If this was my instinct talking, I didn‟t want to hear what it was saying.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

As he heard me approach, he quickly leaped up, grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and holding it in front of him as if struck by a sudden desire to make a sandwich.

I told you, everyone understands a quest.

He's very nice. He's something I replied. She considered this zipping her purse shut. Then she said Well everyone is. Everyone is Something. For some reason that stuck with me simple and yet not every since she'd said it. It was like a puzzle as well two vague words with one clear one between them.

its been a long night" "aren't they all?

I didn't want to leave things the way we had, unresolved, ... and tried to tell myself he cared about me enough not to look elsewhere for what I wasn't giving him.