All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.

Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent.

But anyone can begin. It was the part with all the promise, the potential, the things I loved. More and more, though, I was finding myself wanting to find out what happened in the end.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

I've given lots of people chances. But there's only so much faith you can have in people.

I was woundering what he would say, what word could sum me up right then, when i saw the lights come across his face, blaringly yellow, and suddenly he was brighter, and brighter, and i asked him what was happening, what was wrong. I remember only that light, so strong it spilled across my shoulders, and lit up his face, and how scared he looked as something big and loud hit my door, sending glass shattering across me, little sparks catching the light like diamonds, as they fell, with me, into the dark.

Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy.