Life without Ethan was something worse than a nightmare.
It was real.
So real that I refused to believe it.

I guess the sky in real life isn’t actually perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it so perfect.

You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.

As much as I love to dive into the action early, I think the hero's journey is important - the idea that the reader needs to experience the protagonist's everyday life before you turn that world upside down.

Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs?

Ethan: I love you, I whispered in her ear.
She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me.
Lena: I don't think I could ever love anything the way I love you.