I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.

She carries chaos like an overcoat.

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.

Not just when its easy. All the time.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.

For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.