Betrayal was a stone beneath a mattress of thr bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

“Memory isn't something that stays with you at all times. It's a quantity that g…”

“What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the k…”

“Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something…”

“If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.”