But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

Maybe you should get rid of me,” I whisper onto his lips. “Never,” he says, kissing me once softly. “You’re mine for as long as you breathe.

His face spreads into a warm smile. “As a matter of fact, no, I have never slept under the stars – are you gettin’ all romantic on me, Camryn Bennett?” He looks at me with a playful sideward stare.

I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.

I loved Ian in the now, the way he looked at me, how he made my stomach swim, how he held my hair when I was puking my guts up after eating a bad enchilada. That’s love.