Until, one day, she wasn’t.

Something must die so that others can live.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

If Cassie was invalidated because she caught the disease, or because Fred suspected her of it, I can only imagine what he will do to me and to my family if he discovers that the cure did not work perfectly.

It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?