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

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

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.

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.

Always ask for the truth. Just make sure the time is right.

Liar's such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as me omitting some of the details" - Alex