Sangu Mandanna

“But maybe that's what the dead do. They stay. They linger. Benign and sweet and painful. They don't need us. They echo all by themselves.”

“Come on," I say, "let's go be star-crossed lovers and court disaster.”

“If you expect the worse, you're only denying someone a chance to be better”

“You,” he says, before the door closes all the way. “I often dream of you.”