His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.

She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

There is power in controlling something that can do so much damage - in controlling something, period.

I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time since I thought about God, but I think about him now. It is only natural. I am glad, suddenly, that I shot Eric in the foot instead of the head.

My skepticism is strong, but my curiosity is stronger.

All I want to say is that when you stop being delusional and start feeling desperate because you're too inept to figure this out on your own, you know who to come to.