"Each memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can’t prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. ..."
- Christine Fonseca
"The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for ev..."
"My mind is quiet now. There is no fire or ash, no sulfur or shattering glass. Only silence, empty and cold."
"I’m not certain what I notice first, the bright flickering light that illuminates the darkness underneath my eyelids, or the shrill screams that pull me form the dredges of sleep. Either way, I’m awak..."
"My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death."
"There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened."
"A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden."
"Ien stopped her voice with more kisses, more promises of a world filled with only them."
"She opens her eyes as the fury continues, pinning me with her glare. Her gaze reached into my soul as I spin the music back to the simple melody at its core—our melody. A moment of recognition washes ..."
"I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I’m in two lives, two worlds, two places."