Skyler has his earlobe between her teeth and she’s purring some nonsense into his ear and he closes his eyes tight and wishes the stars that were exploding on the insides of his eyelids were really the stars in the night sky and that the two of them were in a Cadillac convertible with the front seats fully reclined and the atmospheric vault of say Phoenix spread over their heads, a bottle of crisp champers in an ice bucket in the back seat and two flutes balanced on the dashboard and her hand in his hand and a diamond the size of a Chihuahua’s head set in a platinum band inside a velvet box in the pocket of his waistcoat.

These are the simple wishes of Saul Goodman.

----from Walt Never Told Me How Lucky He Was by Zagzagael

She dreams she is far away. She dreams of high-plateaus and rocky crags and fast cars and a life without whatever it is she has now. She dreams she can fly. She dreams she can breathe underwater. She dreams, sometimes, of a man with emerald eyes making love to her in bathrooms that are so clean they shine, they reflect the lovers on the floor, on all the walls of the stall. She dreams of burning. Of being shot. Of drowning. Of decomposing while still alive. Of thousands of hands pulling her down into bright copper dirt. She dreams of her childhood dog. Of her childhood home. She dreams in German. She dreams in Spanish. She dreams in black and white and only colors that can be lit up in halogen signs.

She does not dream of you at all.

----from We Do Not Make Servants of Each Other by WithoutAQualmOfConscience

Google tells her there are just over seven thousand miles of ocean and island and occasional mountain range between New Mexico and New Zealand.

Hopes with her fingers crossed to desperate that one 'New' doesn't cancel out the other. Loses herself amongst the images of snow and white ice and wonders what it would feel like to be frozen solid. Tucks her head low under his chin and drags the covers up and over them both. Does her level best not to shiver as their inevitable unraveling takes flight.

A syringe full to overflowing of substances she can no longer bring herself to name, and the whispered promise that this, whatever it is, ends tonight.

(A lie. It never ends.

She'll cling to the notion nonetheless.)

----from All My Doves Have Flown by waltzmatildah

[S]he stares at his familiar hand writing and thinks of how from now she will say "like the man from Wendy's on a blue day" without anyone ever grimacing in understanding reply because you had to be there, had to have read the book, heard the song, be there when they moved into the house and the packing truck was late, be there when they first heard their baby had cerebral palsy, and she'd been so afraid it was because of something she did during the pregnancy, something wrong, and Walt had talked her through every single medication she ever took to prove to her there was no connection, oh the details, the trust was in the details, for both of them, always, and why does this matter now?

But it does. Her lawyer never gets those signed papers.

----from Anatomy of a Marriage by Selena