The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

There was a beautiful time...

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't seem to be summer any more