I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.

Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.

You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.

Should we say something?’ Cal asks. ‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest. He nods. ‘Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.

Is this how it is for everyone?' she whispered. 'No.' 'How do you know?' 'I just do. I've never felt this with anyone before.' 'Serious?' 'Serious. That isn't a line.' 'Kiss me,' she said. He did. Everywhere.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.