I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

See, the same old Ella still lives." He grins... "She just needed a little push out."... "No, she doesn't. She's gone forever." "Try all you want, but I'm bringing her back.

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.