"Hearing a car coming down the street And rushing to the window, my heart pounding To no one"

It doesn’t take much to make a beautiful thing disappear— only heat and time.

“Holy crap,” I say. “You’re me?” I point at James and then back at myself. “Same DNA, with none of your issues,” James says with the same...

She intercepts your finger with her own, her palm then pressing against your palm, and it feels warm, real. “You’re alive?” you ask.

Even so, I’ll still dream of you tonight.