I only know that all of those people would have sensed me that night, excluding the youngest of the children. I was the suggestion. I was the advice, my imagined feet walking into the kitchen and down the corridor.

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.