I dreamed of you every night. It felt so real. And when I’d wake up the next morning, it was like your disappearance was fresh. Like you’d left me all over again.
So he earns your undying love by reading a book under a tree?” Cole said dryly. “Why didn’t I ever try that approach? I like books and trees.
Despite all the other factors that had contributed to my fate, in the end it was my decision that destroyed my life. And all the hurt I was enduring now was my doing. The blame rested solely with me.
Sometimes… Sometimes our hearts…crack a little.
Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.
Never focus on the end. Only focus on your first step.
Sometimes, when something hurts us, our hearts break a little-in a slightly … more literal way than for humans. Our pain sort of spills out and onto anyone around us. We call it a cracked heart.
In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living.
I tell him there’ll be an army waiting for him, and your friend is only concerned with the color of their uniforms. What’s this really about?”Max shrugged. “A girl.”I glared at Max. “Dude. Shut up.
What was the point of finding something worth living for if my life was no longer in my own hands?
How are you still sane?””Who says I am? I only stopped asking myself the escape question when the walls started to answer me.”Shit.
If the eye really was a muscle, I had pulled it long ago.
If there is an afterlife, I want my soul intact. And then maybe I’ll see you there.”I smiled, somehow calm now that I was facing something inevitable. I was getting the good-bye I’d always wanted. – Nikki
Heroes don’t exist. And if they did, I wouldn’t be one of them.