I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.

Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. if anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.

But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that had been written for me by a man who knew me not at all, now sung by the one who knew me best.

Change is inevitable, though," he replied. "As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.

Once, this had been the life I’d wanted. Even chosen. Now, though, I couldn’t believe that there had been a time when this kind of monotony and silence, this most narrow of existences, had been preferable. Then again, once, I’d never known anything else.