The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.

He had told her he would love her forever, but he could not stay with her. From that time on, she couldn't see his glow or hear his voice in her head. Could he still hear her? Was he even aware of her existence?

There's a gentleness about April that made me ache. It seemed like I was always on the run, always working and chasing some goal or another, but April had a way of holding me still. And then I'd begin to hurt and yearn for something I couldn't describe, something I hadn't known yet. All I knew was the ache itself and the strange, sweet feeling it was.

I glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.

Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

Was he still, somehow, watching over her?