I Wanted Myself. I Wouldn't

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

We Value The Individual. We Probably Put Too Much Emphasis On The Individual, If It Comes Right Down To It. How Many People, In The Abstract, Would...let's Say Paige....how Many People Would She Sacrifice To Keep Andy Alive? The Answer Wouldn't Make Any Sense If You Were Looking At The Whole Of Humanity As Equals.

Time Passes. Even When It Seems Impossible. Even When Each Tick Of The Second Hand Aches Like The Pulse Of Blood Behind A Bruise. It Passes Unevenly, In Strange Lurches And Dragging Lulls, But Pass It Does. Even For Me.

Sometimes It Was So Easy To Forget That I Was Kissing A Vampire.

The Way I Feel About You Will Never Change. Of Course I Love You—and There's Nothing You Can Do About It!” “that's All I Needed To Hear.