For someone who’s made it clear that her life is superior to every other student’s at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

"This isn't over," I said. "After everything we've been through, you don't get the right to brush me off. I'm not letting you off that easily." I wasn't sure if it was a threat, my last stab at defiance, or irrational words spoken straight from my splintered heart. "I want to protect you," Patch said quietly. He stood so close. All strength and heat and silent power. I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape. "But you didn't".

It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.

Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.