Shhh,” he murmured against her mouth. “Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel.

There's something about her," Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her.

Do you love me Hero?" His pale green eyes were full of torment. "Do you love me like I love you?

It was a strange thing, this feeling of empathy. He'd never experienced it before. He realized that what hurt this woman hurt him as well, that what made her bleed caused a hemorrhage of pain within his soul.

Shh,” he whispered. “You asked me if I loved you. I do. I love you more than life itself. Nothing matters in this world but that you live. Can you do that for me? Can you live?

As for inspiration, I find stark fear of missing the deadline very inspiring.

I think I do pretty well with child characters. It's hard to write kids that are realistic, not annoying, and bring something to the story.