Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.

I just stood there, looking at her. My head was spinning, my mouth dry, and all I could think about was that I wanted to go someplace safe, someplace I could be alone and okay, and that this was impossible. My old life had changed and my new one was still in progress, altering by the second. There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

Lifestyle is an terrible, unpleasant put to not have a very finest buddy.

It's not always so simple, Haven. Sometimes there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. Sometimes even the ones you want to believe turn out to be liars.

How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.