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

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

I sometimes feel like life is just one big test to see how long we can survive.

I think the people who go through more can end up stronger in the long run. They have insight in to what a lot of people don’t have and a better understanding—they can be more open-minded. - Ella's mother

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.

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

Isn't everyone hiding something?