And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable. I could live through it. I didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.

Maybe you'll get lucky." I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. "Maybe I'll get hit by a truck on my way back.

I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.

You know I love you right?” “I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

I gave you life. You’re wasting it.

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.