Lying on the cold, damp yellow linoleum floor, he pulled Guest into a tight embrace. He wondered what kind of wealth and honor he was hoping for by keeping her with him. It's not like they were ever going to get married.

He often picks out words he has never uttered once in his life and imagines them. They are far from happiness, but when he holds you, he finds himself thinking that maybe this is what happiness is.

He just holds you tight and dreams a fleeting dream.

Hey, just totally hypothetically... if we were to get married, what do you think it'd be like?

...Why do you have to put it like that?

You don't really like me, do you? I knew it. Lol.