***A KEY WORD*** Imagined

When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

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