Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.

Did you know...you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forget to breath? I'll be looking at you, and my chest will get so tight...and it's like, the only thought in my head is how much I want to reach over and kiss you.

They want you to think that darkness or evil is only something that gets inflicted on you by the outside world, but I know better, and I think the freak does, too. Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

They were never scared of the kids who might die, or the empty spaces they would leave behind. They were afraid of us-the ones who lived.

I was just an okay person.

You can destroy a factory, and they'll build another. But once you destroy a life, that's it. You never get that person back.

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.