She’s dressed in a white her soul doesn’t reflect, a drop-dead beauty with drop-dead morals.

Be human. Be raw. Be graphic. Be bold. Be brave. Be unapologetically you. Your truth will set you free.

You’re not alone. You’re never trapped. There’s always a door if you have the courage to open it.

He’s horrifying. Or he would be, if I wasn’t accustomed to monsters. As it is, I’ve grown rather fond of my own.

I’m sorry for the darkness you were handed, but I can’t excuse the darkness you released.

I raised myself. Built myself. Became myself. What I am from this moment forward is what I forged in the fathomless depths of struggle and suffering—of strength.

I’ve always been a survivor, fashioning scraps into swords.

Whatever happens next, I’ll find you again.

She smiles her mischievous smile, the smile that unraveled me at hello and ruins me at goodbye.