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

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn’t wait to break the news. And if he didn’t want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn’t be able to live with was if she never told him.

But there's always a first time for everything

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.

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