The Rebel and the Rose. I'm about a third through it, and it's actually pretty good for a PWP.
My girlfriend left in my room as a playful joke last time she was over; a week ago we were chatting about our various book collections and she eluded to keeping a few trashy romance novels tucked away where her mum's not too likely to find them. I am greatly entertained reading it.
The atoms that make up you and me were born in the hearts of suns many times greater than ours, and in time our atoms will once again reside amongst the stars. Life is but an idle dalliance of the cosmos, frail, and soon forgotten. We have been set adrift in an ocean whose tides we are only beginning to comprehend and with that maturity has come the realization that we are, at least for now, alone. In that loneliness, it falls to us to shine as brightly as the stars from which we came.