…some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

I have to live if I want to be remembered.

Truth is, I don’t know what Deacon wants anymore – it’s not just physical. Whatever it is must scare him, though, and I’m the one who ends up getting hurt. So I make the concerted...

After all, suicide is contagious.

You matter.

It’s taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now.

I’m out, surrounded in dark. But in the distance there is a small glow, a tiny light. Suddenly I’m standing alone, the space starting to brighten as the light grows.

I love you madly.

His angry expression softens, and then he shoves my shoulder playfully. “Hey!” I push him back, to which he retaliates until I’m finally smiling. I love how we can do that–break through the misery to...