When she awoke, the world was on fire.
If you see everything through hovercams and feed stories, you wind up blind to what's right in front of you.
Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.
Barking hard work, being a boy.
Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.
What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.