She wondered what it sounded like when your heart broke. Glass shattering? The thundering roar of falling mountains? Or maybe the squishy rip of a real heart?

You must never leave me Sweetness. I will never leave you.

Fire. I see it everywhere.

In the Rainbow Jungles of Ever there lives what I affectionately call, killer ducks.

That doesn’t say much for you.

You have this annoying ability to say the perfect thing and then ruin it by still talking.

He promised he’d never leave me. That we’d be friends forever.” “He was foolish to promise such things,