That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.

sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

Dude you scare me sometimes! You're all vampire superwoman

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.