That's the first time I've ever said those words out loud, and now I hear how strange they are. How many young men fear that there is a monster instead them? People are supposed to fear others, not themselves.

Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and its been played on me twice.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.

I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

Okay, okay.” I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so it’s right over my heart. “Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?” “Yes.” “Feel how steady it is?” “It’s fast.” “Yes, well, that has nothing to do with the box.” I wince as soon as I’m done speaking. I just admitted to something. Hopefully he doesn’t realize that.