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

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt -- the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it, not even Tobias. Maybe I should not be so afraid of saying anything, because honesty will make me feel lighter.

It's not often real that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest part of someone. It's not comfortable what you do.

So small as to be negligible. It's strange, but there's something in that thought that makes me feel almost...free.

Peace is restrained; this is free.

Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.

And I'm the kind of person who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near death experiences stop her.