It was in that late night, in which we were hiding. From something silly I suppose. And finally it was time to go, to disapear. And when he looked up at me with new, green eyes, I couldn't stand to look for more than a moment. It jerked something in me, a memory in which I was searching for something I had lost, and because of it I was someone different. I am too many people at once, and my words mean nothing anymore.

Hannah Hobson