"The stars formed a close-knit blanket across the sky. I had never seen so many in my life. It was beautiful. If it was the last thing I saw, it wouldn't be so bad. I wondered what it would be like to drown. Wether it would hurt. I thought of Thomas Pearson and the awful manner in which he had died, murdered by a girl who claimed to love him. A crazy girl with a baseball bat. I wished he were here with me now. If I only had the chance, I would tell him how sorry I was. I would tell him that I hoped Ariana Osgood had done the deed quickly. That he didn't have too much time to be scared. Like me. I was going to have a lot of time to be scared . . . terrified . . . desperate . . . before I finally went.
My heart seized in panic as the reality of the situation slammed into my chest, and for a brief moment, I went under. Salty water filled my mouth and nostrils, and my lungs exploded with pain. I fought my way to the, flailing and gasping for air. There was still nothing. Nothing but the ocean and the sky. Midnight blue as far the the eye could see. Stars everywhere, but nothing else. Nothing but the ripples atop the water. I was never going to be able to survive this."
- Suspicion, by Kate Brian
"I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination. We're always thinking that someday we'll be happy, when we get that car, or that job, or that person in our lives that will fix everything. But happiness is mood and it's a condition, it's not a destination. It's like being tired or hungry, it's not permanent. It comes and goes and that's OK. And I think if people thought of it that way, they'd find happiness a lot more often." ~OTH 8x08
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