I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.

Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.

They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?

Ethan: I love you, I whispered in her ear. She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me. Lena: I don't think I could ever love anything the way I love you.

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.

I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?