And suddenly I know I have to go. But this time without being chased by the Brigadier, without experiencing the kindness of a postman from Yass, and without taking along a Cadet who will change the way I breath for the rest of my life.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking. Jonah Griggs takes my hand under the table and links my fingers with his and I know that I would sacrifice almost anything just to keep this state of mind, for the rest of the week at least.

We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better

We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot." "Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.