Supernova

'"We don't need music. All we need is each other," Sam answered, still offering her his hand. "Okay..." Stella hesitated and took his hand. Sam pulled her close to him and placed his hand in the small of Stella's back. Once again, the warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout his body.

Stephanie walks toward the bathroom. Dragging her feet slowly across the wooden floor. Her feet must have a massive brick attached to them. One step closer to the line. Balancing on the slimmest tightrope. She's barley gotten any sleep. The nightmares keep haunting her.'