Driving At The Speed Limit--hideous

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Punches Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure.

But I Love You, “ He Whispered. “doesn't That Matter?” “of Course It Matters. So Much. Can't You See? That Only Makes It More… Necessary.” His Eyes Flashed Open. “is It So Unbearable To Have Me Love You? Is That It? I Can Keep My Mouth Shut, Wanda. I Won't Say It Again. You Can Be With Jared, If That's What You Want. Just Stay.

I’m Glad I Came. I Didn’t Think I Would Be. But It’s Good To See You… One More Time. Not As Sad As I’d Thought It Would Be.

The Laughter In His Deep-set Black Eyes, The Feverish Heat Of His Big Hand Around Mine, The Flash Of His White Teeth Against His Dark Skin, His Face Stretching Into The Wide Smile That Had Always Been Like A Key To A Secret Door Where Only Kindred Spirits Could Enter.