Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

It's never right to give up on someone.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

This is my story. These things are my past, and I will not allow them to be washed away. I will find a way to have them back.

Sometimes even the monsters are cowardly.