There's nothing wrong with you..not even the darkest corner of that beautiful soul. ~ Hunter

I didn't know his middle name or his favorite color, but I knew how his thoughts felt caressing my mind. The bright tang of his adrenaline coursing under my skin. The force of his heart, strong and rhythmic and a bit sad, pumping within my own chest.

So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms. "I'm not fallen," he said roughly. "Then what are you?" He shrugged. "Busted.

There's nothing wrong with you..not even the darkest corner of that beautiful soul. ~ Hunter

So much to say, yet no words would ever be enough.

There’s something about seeing an adult you knew in childhood that makes them marginally vulnerable to you, and vice versa. There’s also something comforting in thinking that if they made it this far, relatively unscathed, then maybe you didn’t turn out half bad either.

I love the cancer spoon!