His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.

“Fresh pain, exposing old pain”

“What does my soul look like to you?' 'I couldn't reduce it to words if I tried,…”

“No more dying?""Not unless you jump off a building or get into a car with a mur…”

“We put our faith in love.”