Seventeen moons, seventeen years,
Eyes where Dark or Light appears,
Gold for yes and green for no,
Seventeen the last to know.

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?"
Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

moments bleed together, no span to time

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

There are no coincidences.