She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.

Don’t think so. We all make our choices, and those choices have consequences.

There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.

I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.