168 Quotes by Siobhan Davis

I don’t know how to exist without him,” I admit truthfully. “He has always been a part of me, and trying to survive without him is slowly chipping away at my soul, yet the hurt still exists, refusing to go away. It devastated me, Liv, and it turns my stomach every time I think of it, yet the images won’t go away. They are as sharp in my mind as if I was an actual fly on the wall. If there was a defining moment, that was definitely it.

Come on, Lana,” Liv groans. “Stop keeping me in suspense. Get to the juicy stuff.”I fling my pillow at her. “Hey! This isn’t the latest soap opera we’re discussing. This is my life!”“Your life with the Kennedys,” she swoons, tossing the pillow back at me. “That sounds like a soap opera I’d watch.

I want you to need me but not half as much as I want you to want me.

Brad is a natural—perfect boyfriend material—if only I swung that way.

This whole time, I’m staring at Ky—the one person I thought I had by my side. The one person who truly understands me, who has the power to make everything okay just by his mere presence.But I’ve lost him too. He’s been cruelly taken from me just as I felt he was finally mine.I have no one.And I’ve never felt more alone or more jaded with this life.

Wracking sobs rip from the innermost chamber of my heart, and I give into them, allowing them to fully take over. Pain lances me on all sides, and I bury my head in my knees, giving in to the heartache.I cry for my parents.For my lost life.For the threat that Addison poses, scaring me in ways it shouldn’t.For a boy I can’t have and shouldn’t want.For the never-ending gut-wrenching hollow ache in my chest and the soul-crushing loneliness I feel.

I guess it takes one to know one, and two can play that game.

We have lived with the shadow of separation our entire lives. Before we even knew of each other’s existence, fate conspired to keep us apart. We’ve always known it could come to this.

I don’t want this. I’ve never wanted this. What is the point in dredging up a past that no longer serves any purpose? A past that’s no longer connected to the present or the future. A past that is bittersweet because the love we shared was doomed from the outset—a stolen love that was never meant to be. Why would I want to relive that?