I told Victria that love is a choice, and I told myself that I didn't have to choose Elder, but I can't forget the way my heart stopped when his did.

But...If my life on Earth must end, let it end with a promise.
Let it end with hope.

I open my mouth. I want o say: I'm breaking, and i need someone to hold me together.
But no sound comes out.

And I look at Harley, and the billions of stars are in his eyes, and he's drinking them up, pouring them into his soul.

I feel alone.
I don't mean i feel lonely; I mean i feel alone, the same way i feel the blanket resting on my body, or the feathers of my pillow under my head, or the tight string of my sleep pants twisted up around my waist. I feel alone as if it were an actual thing, seeping throughout this whole level like mist blanketing a field, reaching into all the hidden corners of my room and finding nothing living but me. It's a cold sort of feeling, this.

I might have the whole world now, but it's not enough if I don't get to share it with her.