Let's run away."
"To where?"
"Alaska."
"What's in Alaska?"
"No clue," I whispered. "Find out with me.

It's a discomfiting thing to have the person you love more than anything in the world toss a knife at your friend's head and walk away.

Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.

Do you run away or toward?

There's warm skin. A strong body that embraces you. Breaths that escape his gasping mouth. But... we're calling out another's name in our hearts. With our eyes closed, that person's image surfaces in our minds. It was a sweet, gentle, yet cruel night.

Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?