Subtlety wasn't something they worked on at SEA, and if Hazel catches Sawyer staring at her one more time, she'll scream Another one-shot in a series of brain-children I have going

On the night Himmel Street was bombed, it was raining. In the skeleton planes, there was a second Lieutenant named Jack Sherman. Death watches as the young American bombardier obliterates a street called Heaven. A short story that I wrote for creative writing in the style of the incredible Markus Zusak

Hazel Haskett and Sawyer Nelson had a sort of happening relationship. It wasn't that it was spontaneous or beautifully romantic or anything. No, their relationship was happening because people were always happening upon their private moments. The Valentine's Day after Sawyer returned home was no different.

In every human, there's a fight or flight instinct. Hazel's has always been a flight to the crow's nest. So when her father has the worst news in a very long time, Sawyer needs to bring her back down.