That's What Zombieland Is: Frozen, Calm, Quiet.

Mistake, Mistake, Mistake. A Strange Word: Stinging, Somehow.

Everywhere He Touches Is Fire. My Whole Body Is Burning Up, The Two Of Us Becoming Twin Points Of The Same Bright White Flame.

This Was What True Fear Was--that You Could Never Know Other People, Not Completely. That You Were Always Just Guessing Blind.

I Put My Forehead On His Collarbone, Place One Hand On His Chest. Its Rhythm Reassures Me: He Is Real, And He Is Now.

I Am Now Officially Married To Fred Hargrove. Nothing Will Ever Be The Same.