Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.
I wanted proof, not promises.
He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.
He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.
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.