You can't carry the world on yer shoulders, broad as they are.

Simon had been all lined up and he’d managed to throw away the best girl he’d ever meet. “What a dumbass,” Beck muttered. “No way I’d have done that.

The End is Nigh!" the man shouted. "Is there still time for hot chocolate?" Riley asked. The-End-is-Nigh guy blinked. "Ah, maybe, I don’t know.

Accept that I enjoy being with you. Accept that when I'm with you I see Heaven in your eyes.

Riley. How bad has it been?" "Just fabulous. The demonic kitten really made my night.

I'll be there for ya, girl. No matter what. Beck took a deep breath and released it slowly. He had to stay strong for her, make the tough decisions. It was best that Paul's daughter never know how he felt about her. There'd be less hurt that way, for both of them. Just keep her safe, God. I can settle for that.

Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs.