The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire.

Will you be?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “Will you really be here?” “As long as you want me,” he assured me. “I'll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.

You live a thousand lives when you read a thousand books.

Jared glared balefully at the old man, his eyes full of the shock and pain of the betrayed. I had only human comparisons for such a look. Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and Judas.

Mostly I dream about being with you forever.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

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