She was afraid, but she couldn't just sit around waiting for someone to save her. She had to try to save herself, try to figure it out.

She turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: "I survived. Isn't that what matters?

His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were going to bail on me." "Didn't know you were expecting me," she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. He gets sexier every day. "Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping

Creative vision creates art" - he motioned around the gallery - "that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's beautiful thing." "Or some sort of madness", she said.

Have you ever tried?" "No." Then don't tell me I can't.

I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” he whispered. “Lucky them.

I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don know why you and not someone else