° “Not a ghost, but an angel.

I need you to protect me from being lonely. Don't fight for me. Be with me.That's what I need."-Bianca to Lucas

Vic nudged my elbow with his. "You and me are still friends, right? You guys get a joint custody in the divorce. Generous visitations rights." "Divorce?" Despite myself, I laughed. Only Vic could call the aftermath of a bad first date a divorce. We hadn't exactly been friends beforehand, so "still" was an exaggeration, but it would've been mean to point that out. Besides, I liked Vic. "We're still friends." "Excellent. The weirdos have to stick together around here." "Are you calling me a weirdo?" "Highest honor I can bestow.

I fell in love with his unchanging soul.

I always kinda liked our attic ghost. When I was a kid, I used to go up there and read stories to it. Show it my new toys. It's just an old spirit stuck between the worlds, right? What's to be scared of?"" ~Vic

Nobody else will ever be able to save me if I’m not fighting as hard as I can to save myself.

You gotta learn how to take a compliment, because I'm not going to stop making them.