Bad day?" "Every day is a bad day here." "Eh, this place isnt't so terrible." "How are you always cheerful?" "Alcohol," he says with a sideways grin.

I'll come back to you," I say, "If it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you.

It’s ironic. At last I have my freedom. But at a price. Now my destiny is mine to choose. - Stanley aka Nine

I am her tribute. Survival is my gift to her.

He says we need to live in the real world, where war and death are a reality, not pretend.

She reaches up and pulls my face to her and kisses me, her soft lips on mine. I don't want her to stop kissing me. As long as she is, then everything is fine. Everything is right, I would stay in this room forever if I could. The world can pass by without me, without us. Just as long as we can stay here, together, in each other's arms.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.