That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.

The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

People in the real world would kill for a happily ever after, and you're willing to just throw it away ?" I look away from her. "It's hardly a happily ever after when you wind up right at the beginning.