Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

There’s nothing worse than not being wanted

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.

The orb shone bright, but darkness had come to Eden and Carys didn’t know is there was any light that could chase this kind of darkness away.

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

I've lived a life of unfinished things.