Darkness is so predictable.

He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.

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

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

I used to dream about him all the time," Sunny whispered to me. "Every night. I kept hoping the Seekers would find him; I missed him so much...When I saw him, I thought it was the old dream again.

And I started to cry again, realizing that it must be changing him, too, this man who was kind enough to be a soul but strong as only a human could be.

Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep,my only love.