The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.

No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.

Erin you' re dangerous." "Iknow.

The exception is I'm not going away. Don't ask me to do that ever again.

I'm going to arrange you, if that's okay?" I swallowed. "Uh... sure." My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost to my ears. What, this isn't how you want me positioned?

He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.

As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.