World After

Why bother attacking their strengths when you can go straight for their weaknesses?

I kick him in the face point blank with my high heel. He wasn’t expecting that. The angel flies back off the stage. “It really is you,” says Raffe.

. It’s surprising how quickly a fire can warm you up.

In the end, they always abandon us. No matter how much we love them or how much we do for them. We’re never good enough. We’re the rejects, you and I. The abandoned.”

It’s a good sound to die to.

“You are so great at creative solutions,” he says still chuckling. “They usually involve ripping, tearing, kicking, or stabbing, but they’re creative.”

He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice. Being in his arms feels like the home I never had. He’s still panting his laugh that rumbles through his chest. My chest moves with his, making me smile.

It’s amazing how many times we have to go against our survival instincts to survive.

Don’t talk. You’ll just spoil my fantasy of rescuing an innocent damsel in distress as soon as you open your mouth.”

“Look, I’m sure I could find you a nice little bomb shelter somewhere with two years worth of supplies.”