You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

You cannot undo the past; you can only learn to live with it, find some way of making peace with it, and move on.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

Before there was anything, there was Lochan.

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?

How can something so wrong feel so right?