So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

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.

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn’t shove me down and break me, because I’m already in too many pieces and I just don’t know how much more breaking I can take.

You're like my favorite song, Nova. The one that I never want to forget. That I want to play over and over again.

You don’t forget. You just move past it. Let go. Be who you were supposed to be instead of who they make you feel like you should be

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.

Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.