He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me. - Oliver Hazzard-Perry