You can't be real," Delilah murmurs. "Says who?" I ask. "Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?

I only just found you, I can't lose you now

I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.

There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

The doctors may be mapping out the war games, but it is the nurses who make the conflict bearable.