QUOTE : She looked to the roses, but it was Tibe's face she saw. It was familiar now, after months of friendship. She knew his nose, his lips, his jaw, his eyes most of all. They stirred something in her, a connection she did not know she could make with another person. She saw herself in them, her own pain, her own joy. <i>We are the same</i>, she thought. <i>Searching for something to keep us anchored, both alone in a crowded room</i>.