My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.