Wake Me From the Dead

Inside the boy, all sense of time had stopped, and the grey sky shimmered with the electricity of rebellion and its pain mixed with the essential beauty of young love. The stars from the coming night sky lived in both of their eyes and there they would never burn out, only collide to become supernovas in some atomic lovers embrace, buzzing with the energy of ten thousand suns. Hatter had never felt for a second in his life that he actually belonged anywhere, but in this one glorious moment, he knew that this was where he belonged; Hatter needed to be right here, or wherever Alice was.