She shrank, like Alice, and only love could make her full-sized, the doctor said, but the doctor didn't know.


He looked at his hands, trembling, the blood still on them, and he told him I am sorry, brother, and he tried to mean it.


The alarm clock was off and so was the light, when he tried the switch, the last thing he ever did.


"I love you so much I cannot breathe," she said, so he breathed for her and they lived on his breath until the morning came to dissolve their flesh.