He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.
Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.
She carries chaos like an overcoat.
Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.
But the world moves on, even when you don't want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops.