You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

The more things change, the more they stay different.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.