This love was tricky...was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

His eyes flashed open. “Is it so unbearable to have me love you? Is that it?

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were gone, he wouldn't live through it, either.

I honestly have no idea how to live without you.

It's over. We've all been sentenced to die.