In that you're wrong. I choose, I adhere, I pursue, I commit, I attain. That - that, my errant friend - is an absolute." - Hawk

He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.

Words are easy; lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.

I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.

I wasn't prepared for death. Nobody is. You lose someone you love more than you love yourself, and you get a crash course in mortality. You lie awake night after night, wondering if you really believe in heaven and hell and finding all kinds of reasons to cling to faith, because you can't bear to believe they aren't out there somewhere, a few whispered words of a prayer away.

If you're trying to force the story to be a straight up romance, it's going to be weird for you.