The person you became with her is worth being.

Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that "something" is a fake bathroom break.

Christina and I don't speak, but I know our thoughts are the same, fixed on Uriah, on his last breaths.

When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.
Even I didn't jump first.
Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
Beautiful.

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

I deposited Drew at the infirmary a half hour ago.