Trust Emmett to find the joke in the destruction of my life.
He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.
I miss you already I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . . Mmmm.
We should have been wiser; we should have died yesterday.
So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the surface of the earth. Too deep to feel the heat of it, but it moved inexorably, changing the very foundations of the world with its advance.
There really is something irresistible about a lost cause.