»Sight. To see your entire face light up over the simplest of things. Hearing. To hear your contagious laugh and your calm and gentle voice that somehow seems to make everything better. Taste. To taste your lips on mine, and know that I couldn’t leave. Even if I wanted to. Touch. To touch the ridges on your back, and the hollows of your throat. Smell. To inhale the smell of your sweet essence«.
We’re in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want.
»I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. The words frozen. The plum sauce leaking out of the bag. We are all going forward«