I wanted to stay... me.

Sebastian's eyes were the color of smoke and silver. His pale skin, raven hair, and naturally dark red lips, paired with a rebel attitude and a poet's soul, pulled me in like a dark, magnetic force.

There is power within great sacrifice, within noble deeds. There are moments... brief, shining moments when the impossible becomes possible.

You find out who you are by figuring out who and what you're not

I'm a hoarder. For me, documentation has always been key, and I've kept everything from my past.

but it also made me full of self-doubt and self-loathing because I thought, 'Oh, gosh, I'm not worthy of this kind of attention. I have no talent.'