You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.
Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.
The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.
Didn't I promise I'd always look after you and keep you from harm?
Today's worries are yesterday's fears and tomorrow's stories.
Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?