There is something about someone trusting you enough with their secrets that it makes it easier to trust them. It’s like they’re opening their heart and in return yours should open up to them, too.

How am I supposed to move forward in life when everything important to me is motionless?

It’s a moment I’ll remember forever, because it belongs to me.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

The vertical lines that run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone took a razor to his skin. I wish I could run my fingers along them and remove the pain and memories that are attached to them.

That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.