Choices. We all make them, sometimes more than once. Sometimes it's the choices we make over and over that define us, but more often it's the choices we don't make.

Scars are proof we can can survive

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.

I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

He was quiet. I said nothing, hoping that maybe, for once, he'd stop pretenting he was okay. Then I could, too. That we could both forget the roles that had so long bound us.

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.