(D)reams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they're never real. They're never real, and I hate them because they aren't.

But when there's no hope to be found anywhere, even the tiniest chance is worth taking.

There's only one of him, she thought, and he's right here.

He knows I'll like a song before I've heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.

There's only one of him.

Even when the world throws it worst and then turns in its back, there is still always hope

histories of the world before our own. That was a world of empires, of corruption, of war-and more freedom than I've ever known. But the people of that time are gone, their dreams in ruin, existing only in smoke and ash.

When they’re together, the world could fall apart around them and they’d never notice or care as long as they have each other.

About Alex and Brittany.