It's a dangerous game, but I've been lucky. Among the zombies I appear anachronous, a clean and polished stone among the detritus. The street dealer and users are ugly reminders of where I could be. They bleed from open, unhealing sores, their bodies are undernourished and emaciated and their eyes are dark and bloodshot pits, sunken in pasty gray flesh and staring beyond what's in front of them into a vacuous future. I don't remember when I actually fell in love with Felicia.
Love is a tricky thing to pin down.
Sometimes it stays, sometimes it runs away. I've fallen in love five times, destroying the bond three of those times, never making the bond once and gripping, indefatigable, the heart of these two hearts. I will conquer this incredible Demon. I will survive for another day. I will wake up tomorrow clean.