Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.

Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.

The truth is revealed when you are ready to receive it when you need it in order to move forward to take the next step in your journey. to move on toward your destiny.

Each soul, each person, has to find their own way - learn their own lessons ... It's all those rough bits that make us stronger.

I’m always thinking about what I’m missing. Even when I’m happy with what I have.

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?

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