It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.

If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.