Thank you for stitching me up" I say. "I seem to have a talent for it.
I always thought about you. From the night I took you home. I never really stopped thinking about you.
I’ve perfected the art of the fake smile. It’s not so difficult when you are completely numb.
She has to live, Eliott. I owe her a lifetime of apologies.” “Sometimes I think that’s all we owe our parents.
Will leans forward, pulls off his mask, and kisses my forehead. "I'm glad I was the one to save you this time " he whispers.
You have to remember that there are reasons to live, and that at least a few people are decent, and that the world is worthwhile some of the time, okay?” I raise my face to his, wanting another kiss, but he stops me. “You will remember?” The ba...
I won't cry. When the guilt is this heavy, you can't. It just settles and stays with you, and it's cold.
Bursts of hope make despair harder to live with.
