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

You're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble." "Why?" "Because of her right there. Do you know what Daisy would do if you ever cheated on her." "Move on to the next guy that told her she has nice tits." "Okay, you're probably right on that one.

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.

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

You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

Its's just that... this is the realest thing I've had in a long time and it scares me a bit.

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