If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.

For a moment, I panic. It's that feeling of falling when you know without question, that you've lost control of your car, or made a mistake that's beyond repair. 'What do I do now?' I ask desperately. 'Tell me! What do I do now?' He remains calm. He looks at me closely and says, 'Keep living, Ed... It's only the pages that stop here.

Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.

He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.