His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

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.

The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.

Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.

Life…never gave me a chance to be soft.