Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn't hide.

And after a while...I mean how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that...well, some people have to die.

A different word usually came to my mind when I thought of Yeva, though it did sound a lot like “witch.

Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn’t think less of you.

You destroy my life then feed me inspirational philosophy.

How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves, and for the first time in a long time, I was whole.

I find more peace with you.