It reminded him of the truth – who he really was, and the fact that no matter how far he ran, his past would be right there with him.

She would have to work alone, and she was fine with that.

She wouldn’t even get the chance to say a proper goodbye. If he died before she returned, her last memory of him would be this one.

It seems ironic, expecting the unexpected, like she had fabricated pieces of her story to make it more interesting. Considering my boredom with the current version, I can’t imagine the first draft.

The way I see it, you can live your life as is, continuing to feel like an underdog, or you can step up. Be someone who matters, and make a change.

He was an animal. Everyone knows never to corner one that’s injured... even if it is just his pride.

It’s been so long, I don’t remember what okay feels like.

One thing is painfully clear-I can’t trust anyone.

If you always depend on others then you’ll never succeed. It’s best to learn that lesson now.

There was no place in her life for pretty things –if there were, it was only for them to get destroyed.