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“I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.”

“Forever is composed of nows.”

“Nights and days and days and nights, hundreds of them slipping through my fingers.”

“The halo above your glorious head distracts me from the unforgiving pitchfork in your hand. I cannot determine whether you are someone whom I should run to or from. Help me make sense of you.”

I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live—if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.

“…To be silent, to keep myself absolutely hidden, nothing else.”