I miss you.…” He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. “I miss you so much.

Sorry, you're on the ride now, and there's no getting off in the middle.

End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

To her, saving grace meant you got to live out your life like a normal person: You were healthy and strong, an the prospect of death was just some far-off, barely acknowledged hypothetical. A debt to be paid off in a future you couldn't imagine

Because when I looked at you across that table at the diner, no one else existed. And whether or not anything happens between you and me, it took meeting you to show me what I was missing.

He went over to the leathers and picked them up. Nice Catholic boy like him didn't know much about BDSM, but it looked like he was going to learn firsthand. Taking out his cellphone, he hit V, but didn't expect an answer. He guessed GPS was going to have to come in handy once again.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts