Warm Bodies (Warm Bodies, #1)

by Isaac Marion

because I’d like to love them, but I don’t know who they are.

Once you’ve arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.

In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absence of mine.

Eventually the talk trails off, and Julie emerges onto the balcony. It’s been only one day since she left, but the sense of reunion that surges in me is decades strong.