Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.

Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.

Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.

Before there was anything, there was Lochan.

She can't just be a face, a body; there has to be more than that, some kind of connection. And I can't connect, don't want to connect, with anyone.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you of all people. Throughout my life you were the one person I could turn to. The one person I could always count on to understand. And now that I’ve lost you, I’ve lost everything.