If he had one true love, then he wanted you to have one, too.

I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.

I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you." Her face is buried in my neck. She nods. "I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.

Are you sure you want us to keep calling you 'Six'?" "You can say it's short for something." "For what? Sixty?

I'll come back to you," I say, "If it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you.

I don't like bullies. No one has a right to take or to hurt just because they can.

I don't know why I still feel this pit in my stomach whenever I get a moment to think. I know what the pit is, too; I feel lonely. But I'm not alone, I keep telling myself.