The pain is constant, steady, never-ending. It's the only thing I know. I don't want to be awake anymore.

“Everything is hell now and I deserve it, but I can handle pain.”

“Just so you know,” I inform him, “one day, I’m going to get tired of sharing yo…”

“What did you see when you died?" He has that tenative half smile, like he's alm…”

“You have no reason to trust me.' 'No, but I trust you anyway.”