Your truths are worse than your lies.

Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?

I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.

A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it.

Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty.

Since...since when?" I finally managed to ask. "Since...forever." His tone implied the answer was obvious.

We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.