Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.

When the leaves stop falling wasn't her time to die, it was your time to live.

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

Death carves holes in your soul, and love fills them.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.