In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.

I just don’t see the point of talking unless there’s something to say.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

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

I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.

I thought I’d saved Kayden that night at the pool house, but I was wrong. I just bought him time until the next windstorm swept through.

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.