There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.
You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.
Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.
Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.
Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.
I want to drag you off and hide you away,” he whispered. “Why?” “I always knew you were beautiful, but now everyone else will too. I won’t be able to keep other boys away from you, and it’ll make me crazy.