Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy

I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop

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

I've learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like I'm listening when I'm not, pretend to be calm and happy when I'm really freaking out. It's one of the skills you perfect as you get older

Sometimes I feel like she deserves a best friend who is just a little more special.