I killed her once and died for her many times
She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.
Lena knew she had spent too much of her life in a state of passive dread, just waiting for something bad to happen. In a life like that, relief was as close as you got to happiness.
It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.
You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.
Everything good requires sacrifices.