The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

“I am thinking that I don't want this to happen. I don't want to die. I don't wa…”

“And maybe I could feel her breathe against my neck, and maybe we could just sta…”

“Hazel has to realize that her mom was wrong when she said, “I won’t be a mother…”

“This is your war now.' I despised myself for the cheesy sentiment, but what els…”