There was something about that
word—we—that comforted me. There was no longer him. There was no
longer me. There was us.

“I had once read, in one of those pre-plague books in the library, that love was…”

“The plague had killed far more females than males. As one of the few women in T…”

“-loving someone meant knowing that your life would be worse without them in it.…”

“I loved every part of him. The smell of his skin, the scar on his cheek, the fe…”