Being in love is a very strange thing.

During the fire: 'Some of the drunker ones don't move. Some of them laugh. One person says, "Where's the marshmallows?" Mark slaps him across the face. "GET OUT!" he screams.

And I'm certain one day, you'll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H

I don't know why I still feel this pit in my stomach whenever I get a moment to think. I know what the pit is, too; I feel lonely. But I'm not alone, I keep telling myself.

No one, and nothing, will ever hurt you as long as I'm alive.

You lie long enough and you start to get used to it.

There were hugs. There were words said by each of them. I don't remember what they were. Nothing haunts me more.