In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before.

Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains

In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before.

Do you really like studying?" Mattia nodded. "Why?" "It's the only thing I know how to do," he said shortly. He wanted to tell her that he liked studying because you can do it alone, because all the things you study are already dead, cold, and chewed over. He wanted to tell her that the pages of the schoolbooks were all the same temperature, that they left you time to choose, that they never hurt you and you couldn't hurt them either. But he said nothing.

It was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing.

...finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them.

but his eyes were too dark for her to make out any spark in them