Above all else, I had learned the one thing every person has to learn to make it through life: the only person you can truly count on is yourself.
He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.
They say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first.
My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.
Love does not always begin or end the way we wish it would.
He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her how much she had come to mean to him. She could destroy him with her rejection. If she had feigned her feelings for him - if he'd bought into her lies and her quest for freedom... He wasn't sure what he would do. He could hurt her.