Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?
Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.
My life is going to change. I feel it.
He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.
There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?
There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.