Get mad. Be hurt. Be broken. Cry.

“I’m not just falling in love with you, Nell. I’m falling into you. You’re an oc…”

“I'll take care of her. Now and always”

“And you were this… this glorious creature. You were like an angel, trapped in h…”

“Baby? I am not a baby.”“No, I know. It’s…a term of endearment. It’s like ‘honey…”