Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another’s cries of love.

Instead, it just reminded her that sometimes there were no good choices.

What an author doesn't know could fill a book.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

Can't get away from your own self.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.