One From the Non-Existent Book, Scattered Pieces of the Blonde Boy

Sailor sat on the bed in the moonlight putting on her shoes, her running shoes to be exact. Here she was running, again. She looked over at the man beside her, sleeping soundly, blonde hair falling in his face, the man she loved. She got up quietly and quickly exited through the door.

Kenzie and Sailor were laying on the bottom of Sailor's bed. "I think you're just running because you're scared. The two of you are too much alike and I don't think you've ever really had that. Someone who could understand the way your brain works, not just the words that come out of your mouth." 
"No. We're both natural disasters. It's like a tornado. Everyone knows they're bad and you should run, but at the same time everyone wants kind of wants to see the eye too. You can't take two people who are notorious for fucking up and place them together. They will be absolute chaos."
"Do beautiful things not bloom in chaos?"
"No," Sailor said. 
"What if two people are in love?"
"No."

 "I have a question?"
"Shoot," the boy say intrigued.
"Why aren't you scared to die?"
"Because this is it," he said. "Life has no reset button. I like the idea of living while everyone else is just sleeping, doing nothing, waiting around. I want to live, to fully truly alive. Come with me, I'll show you." The boy walked over, opened up Sailor's car door, she sat down and off they went.