At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

And I know how he feels—it’s so good it hurts. I think I’m going to die from happiness. I think I’m going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

Before there was anything, there was Lochan.

I don't know when it started - this thing - bit it's growing, muffling me, suffocating me like poison ivy. I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurred at the edges, became an amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this.