There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you.

I really need to remember to block my thoughts."

"Oh, come on," he pulled me closer towards him. "Why are you so scared?"

"Because the second that I let this conversation happen, I'll be letting my walls down. No matter what answer you give me, you'll have some sort of power over me, and I don't want that." I pushed past him, plopping down on the bed, not bothering to remove my boots.

I could feel the mattress sink beside me. Ian ran his fingers through my hair. "Come here," he spoke softly. "Please." I pushed myself into a sitting position, and moved closer to him, leaning my head on Ian's shoulder. "I like this, a lot. It feels nice." Ian lifted my chin so that I was forced to look directly at him, and then he leaned in to kiss me.

My past is trying to catch up to me and I must continue run from it. It's the only way I can live.

Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over.

It was easy to believe in anything when you were desperate enough...

I went from having everything to losing it all almost instantly. Something that traumatic changes a person. The anger, the depression – it shapes you until you become unrecognizable. Until the person you were has been erased.