Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.

Because the truth is, I do love him. I've loved him without ceasing. I've loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore I didn't. I can't help it. I just do.

Because if you're gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn't be surprised when they don't choose you.

If you insist on the chase," I say, my voice much surer than I feel."Then you better start training. 'Cause, dude you're in for a marathon.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little ... siesta, that's all.

And I start to say, no. Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away. Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me. But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things. And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.