One of the gifts our planet gave us is to love completely. Without jealousy or insecurity or fear. Without pettiness. Without anger.
I am her tribute. Survival is my gift to her.
Are you sure you want us to keep calling you 'Six'?" "You can say it's short for something." "For what? Sixty?
We don't have to be defined by the things that we did or didn't do in our past- Four
I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.
Maybe the only good thing about death is that you never have to relive it. You never have to remember the pain.