Perhaps he could still weave together the broken threads of his life. And yet, I wanted him here now. I needed him here. In the darkness, if I sat very still, I could almost feel his presence by me, quite near, but not too near. Didn't I promise to keep you safe, he would say softly. I have never broken a promise. Don't look so worried, Jenny. And yet, he would be careful. Careful not to move too close. Careful not to frighten me. Waiting still. I am your shelter. Don't be afraid.

First person allows deeper insight into the protagonist's character. It allows the reader to identify more fully with the protagonist and to share her world quite intimately. So it suits a story focused on one character's personal journey. However, first person shuts out insights into other characters.

You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

As for religious faith, a lack of it shouldn't stop us from doing good deeds for their own sake.

More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.

There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own.