He would not give her up,he could not.For the first time in his life he'd found someone who filled all the empty spaces in his heart

And so Harry became proficient in the task of cleaning up vomit.

She glared at him. "I'm not asking you to apologize." "Well, that's a relief.I doubt I could find the words.

You might wish to revisit your understanding of the word everything.” Gregory turned to his mother. “Vocabulary and comprehension were never her strong suits.” Violet rolled her eyes. “Every day I marvel that the two of you managed to reach adulthood.” “Afraid we’d kill each other?” Gregory quipped. “No, that I’d do the job myself.

How do you feel?” she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. “Other than terrible, I mean.” He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug. “Of course you’re feeling terrible,” she clarified, “but is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?” He made no response. “The same amount of terrible?

Caroline, do you value your neck?" "Yes, I'm rather fond of it. Why?" "Because if you don't shut up, I'm going to wring it.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.