This girl. She’s all I see.

The real food in Ag 6 looked like old people before aging-reversal treatments.

How the stars shone. How sweet the earth smelled. The orchard gate creaked, and a footstep pressed on the sand. And she entered, fragrant as a flower, and fell into my arms. Oh, sweet kisses, lingering caresses. Slowly, trembling, I gazed upon her beauty. Now my dream of true love is lost forever. My last hour has flown, and I die, hopeless, and never have I loved life more.” They.

He had a prince’s looks but a pirate’s eyes.

It’s strange how you can know something – know the pointy, sharp truth – but still want to bend and blunt the edges so it fits better in your mind.

Silence stretched out between them, too loud after their arguing.

He lay down, gathering her close. Aria slumped against him, turning her ear to his chest. She listened to his heartbeat – a good, solid sound – as the warmth of his body melted into her. She’d been in a fog earlier. Hallucinating and searching for what was real. She found it in him. He was real.

Imaging a world without fear. Was that possible? If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?

You have a voice as sweet as your scent,” he said, his words deep and quiet. “Sweet as violets.

Didn’t she understand? He could endure anything- except losing her.