Did you set fire to a series of ten F-472 fighter jets parked at the Burbank air force base right before they were to head out to the warfront?""I'm kinda proud of that one.

Hi,” he says. “I’m Daniel.”“Hi,” I reply. “I’m June.

I love you, I love you, until the day we meet again I will hold you in my heart and protect you there, grieving what we never had, cherishing what we did. I wish you were here.I love you, always.

It’s you,” he whispers. There is wonder in his voice. “Is it?” I whisper back, my voice trembling with all the emotions I’ve kept hidden for so long

I want to fall into the purity that is Day, soaking in his simple honesty, his heart that sits open and beating on his sleeve.

Day will move on and live his life. So will I. We will be okay. Someday, perhaps in the far and distant future, we'll find each other again.

June will break your heart. I can see it already. She'll shatter you into a million pieces.

How can the boy who stirred an entire nation be dying?

Someone's going to be very pleased to see you.""I don't think the Elector will be as excited as you think.""I wasn't talking about the Elector."My heart jumps at that.