is the most deadly of all evils, you can die of love or lack of it.

“I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-betwe…”

“Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half…”

“Grief is like sinking, like being buried.”

“And then we're kissing. His lips are soft and leave mine tingling. I close my e…”