How was your day, Ellie Bean?” my mom asked, like she did every single time. “I didn’t die,” I answered, as usual. “Well, that’s good news” was always her reply.

I knew I had to live. I had to be there when you came back. You died alone, but I wouldn’t let you come back alone.

As much as I hungered to learn more about my past, I was afraid of learning other things too – mostly about death and despair, and dark corners of the globe. I prayed that those memories wouldn’t come back to me, because I felt in my bones that some things were too frightening to remember.

I wondered, for a moment, if he was cuddly. Probably not.

That’s the point of believing in something. There’s so much doubt and tribulation during your journey that you’ve got to hang on to something, or else you’ll fall.

Will, I’m in love with you. You’re the only one who understands what I go through every day, the only one I can share this world with.

His eyes were the brightest, most unnatural blue I had ever seen, a toxic cerulean.

His fingers traced the curve of my shoulder softly, as his gaze fell. I gasped sharply. If he tried to kiss me, I’d slap the crap out of him. Bond or no bond.

No, I haven’t heard that, but I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks for the proverbial insight, my stalker friend.

I’m a soldier in war, and the only difference between our war and the ones between humans is that this fight has been going on since time began and it’s not likely to be over any time soon.” – Will.