She shrieked. "Nora! What happened to the banister!" Good thing she hadn't seen her bedroom yet.

..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.

All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.

After a long day, my favorite way to unwind is by going running. Not exactly the most relaxing activity, granted, but I always imagine I'm sweating out all the things weighing on my mind.

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.

The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.