When one lover suffered from a broken heart, no matter how badly the other wanted to help, she couldn't be the one to heal it.

The voice sank through luce's skin and straight into her heart. Daniel's voice. He was calling to her. He wanted her. Needed her. Luce moved towards the sound

When one lover suffered from a broken heart, no matter how badly the other wanted to help, she couldn't be the one to heal it.

Luce: You could have kept your promises. Daniel: I promised I'd stay.

what if it was enough to just stand here in the arms of someone who ared about her, to let his simple affection steady her for a little while? it felt so good just to be held.

What does my soul look like to you?' 'I couldn't reduce it to words if I tried, but its beauty is unsurpassed.

Trust is a careless pursuit.