Safety

What is safety but the opposite of freedom? You cannot truly have one while you hang on to the other.
A lyrical genius and dancer meet in Camden's streets, looking for something, answers, but only coming up with questions. Will they help each other or will they end up mistaking each other for the answers they need? Life is never as simple as good and bad, right and wrong, and it's about time Marna and Tommy learn the true meaning of that.
Even the books don't turn out how you think they will...
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I want to spend so much more..." He doesn't finish. I know why. It's that word that dominates my whole life.
"Time. There's never enough time." I lean back but keep my hands on him. "You of all people should know that by now."
"I wish I didn't."
I tilt my head. "Oh there's a certain art to it, it's something to master and quite beautiful." I run my thumb along his lower lip, "You learn to capture each moment," I run it up his cheek, "memorise each trace," under his eye and along his jaw, "remember every touch." I swallow, "Because you know that each one of those is the most precious thing, the only thing that keeps you going when time has it in for you." My hand trembles and I clench it closed, "It's a lovely trick to learn."
"Lovely but never enough," he murmurs.
"But it's all too many of us have." I lick my lips. "It's all we have for the moment."