Would he find her? Without question. Would he save her? Always.

At last." He breathed into her, finding her lips. "You found me," she whispered. "Always.

What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?

And that's when I realised that a mans' ego was like fruit; easily bruised.

He captured my heart. He loves me for who I am, not what I can bring to him." - Lucinda Price, Rapture

But you were only sixteen and not far off from the truth, as only sixteen-year-olds can be.

In this lifetime you're nothing more than you appear to be: a stupid, selfish, ignorant, spoiled little girl who thinks the world lives or dies on whether she gets to go out with some good-looking boy at school. [...] I'd still relish this moment, killing you.