Everything just feels so empty without her. She was more a parent to me than my birth parents were. She took me in, fed, dressed me, but most importantly, she treated me with respect. She taught me that my abilities were nothing to be ashamed of, nothing I should try so hard to deny. She convinced me that what I had was a gift-not a curse- and that I shouldn't let other people's narrow minds and fears determine how I love, what I do, or how I perceive myself in the world. She actually made me believe that in no way, shape, or form did their uninformed opinions make me a freak.

You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

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

The other side of midnight’s hour strikes a herald thrice rung Seer, Shadow, Sun—together they come Sixteen winters hence—the light shall be eclipsed Leaving darkness to ascend beneath a sky bleeding fire

I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.

Mine. I'm on my side.

Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you.