melon collier

"What will we be without him?" Meredith whispered, clinging to her.

"Less," was all Nina could think of to say.

Maybe she'd thought time was more elastic, or love more forgiving.

But lately that kind of intimacy felt impossible. She wasn't quite sure how it had happened, or when, but distance seemed to be spreading between them like spilled ink, staining everything.

How do I go on when the person I love most in the world is in love with someone else? Someone tell me the solution, he thought, so I don’t have to play this losing game all the way through.

And she died and I lived and a hole opened up, dark and bottomless, and I fell down and kept falling for centuries.