Willa’s big blue eyes, Willa’s dimpled-cheeked smile. Tiffin’s shaggy blond mane, Tiffin’s cheeky grin. Kit’s yells of excitement, Kit’s glow of pride. Maya’s face, Maya’s kisses, Maya’s love. Maya, Maya, Maya . . .

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.

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

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

Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.

This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me, beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.