Face red, but brave in spite of it, Ethan offered an even smaller box. My hands shook as i opened it. Set in a gold promise ring, three small diamonds glittered. One for you, one for me, one for us, he said sweetly. I love you.

Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him.

Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it's hard to turn it back on again.

I don't think we'll get caught, but the very possibility is half the fun.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.

It [death] chokes you, gags you, but you have to pretend that you're doing just fine, not trembling with this fear because the end is close.