"She wondered 'If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment?

His death, her breath.

He told her once, she remembers, these two words have no other rhyme but each other.

If she could go back, she thinks---

She would open her eyes, instead of her heart."

I just wanted to let you know,

that I put your name on the bullet so everyone will know that you

were the last thing that went through my head.

"A stone thrown in a well and it's where your listening to that stone fall your whole life, never hearing it hit the bottom."