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“I spent that night lying next to her in the cool of a summer breeze. I watched her drift and dream next to me, while I harnessed the weight of a thousand feelings alongside her. Her face glowed as she slept, as if she could not be any happier. Something profound happened that night, and I did not know what it was. All I knew was that something had changed. It was in the way she gazed at me, in the way her fingers would seek out the comfort of my hands. In retrospect, maybe it was that she had fallen in love for the first time, even though she had yet to say so. But as with all things beautiful, words merely got in the way. So, I didn’t care for them. I felt it in her presence that what we shared went beyond the effable, beyond what could be written about. It was the infinite space between the unspoken I-love-yous that resounded so clearly all around us. When the gods finally lit the stars for the night, and the moon had slipped into oblivion, I watched little rays of starlight twirl in full-bodied color on her celestial face. I wanted to stretch out my hands and caress her, to take hold of her and say, “Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your God my God.” Like Jacob wrestling that terrible angel, I, too, wanted to grasp her—if only for a temporal second—so that I could encounter the divine. But I dared not disturb what was sacred, so I let her sleep.”

“I didn't look down, but my face flooded with heat I hoped he couldn't see in the shade of the dock. I was wearing a white shirt. How rude of him to mention it like I was in a wet T-shirt contest. I cleared my throat. "Does that distract you?" My voice came out lower than it should have. "You've always distracted me," he breathed, his lips descending.”

“Claire tilted her head back, giving Luca her best fake smile. “Ortiz, I don’t think those basic dance lessons have sunk in. I’m the follower, remember? That’s not in my job description.” “Call it common courtesy then.” Luca’s grip around her waist tightened slightly, and Claire belatedly realized she was still pressed against his chest, one hand resting on the bare V of smooth skin. “Just as I kept you from falling, you could be more aware of your surroundings and not crash into people.” “Well—” Claire opened her mouth to voice a pithy retort, but nothing came out. “And while we’re on the subject of courtesy,” Luca’s dark eyes mocked her. “People usually say ‘thank you’ when someone does them a favor.”

“After lunch four of us have our picture taken. Regn, myself, Fernus, and Sharon. I grip my brown lunch bag in hand, Fernus holds her soda can, Regn makes a funny expression. But what strikes me about this photograph is the shadow. We are standing in Group Reservations, the sun streaming in from above, through the skylight, and directly behind my head a giant starred reflection is cast on the wall. It is cast there as a pointed halo of sorts. I am next to Regn, she wears her sunglasses though we are still indoors. My face looks so young, my eyes do not betray any weariness. The pain is gradual. The pain is two years and more ahead. Is the star the crest of my youth? Does it suggest what I’ve always known—that something more, something far greater was in store for me? Looking back and all that’s come to pass, I can tell you yes. With a full and tired heart, I can tell you yes. I am not inclined to whimsy or overly-superstitious; however, there are signs and sometimes they must be noticed or you are a fool to dismiss them. I knew from an early age I was different. I saw the world from a distance. I was born to suffer and endure, but in so doing, if I succeeded, I was born for distinction. It was not conceit, but the knowing of Self and sometimes the frustration, the tedious ache of patience, rendered me doubtful.”

“I'm a woman, Aleksey. I'm not the simplistic, flawless creature the world expects me to be. I'm imperfect, I'm multidimensional. I make mistakes all the time and I'll make even more as life challenges me. And I don't want to be afraid of messing things up. Firstly because I'll learn from my mistakes, but more importantly, they're what make me human.”

“Yo no he de morir, pero tengo matarme", y antes que pudiera reaccionar, la singularidad de esta idea absurda se posesionó vorazmente de mi voluntad. "No he de morir, no... yo no puedo morir..., pero tengo que matarme." ¿De dónde provenía esta certeza ilógica que después ha guiado todos los actos de mi vida? Mi mente de despejó de sensaciones secundarias; yo sólo era un latido de corazón, un ojo lúcido y abierto al serenísimo interior. "No he de morir, pero tengo que matarme.”