Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.