I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that's true of beginnings, but it's not true of this, now.

At first Eric stares at Four in silence. Four stares back.

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. Once choice will define you.

I am afraid of her, afraid of what she says-and thrilled by it too, because it means I don't have to accept that I am smaller than I once believed.

And I provide much- needed eye candy.

I am a child. I am two feet tall, and asking if she loves me.