I was an empty shell. Like a vacant house―condemned―for months I'd been utterly uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved. The front room was in better repair. But that was all―just the one small piece. He deserved better than that―better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could put me back in working order.
Stephenie MeyerYou held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.
Stephenie Meyer