Someone who hates me as he does deserves no piece of my heart.

You touch me and I burn

He smelled of salt and smoke, murmured her name until she wore the syllables on her skin.

Love is the one constant force that no violence or despair can diminish. We must hold onto the light of this truth, even when the world grows dark. Especially then.

It would be easier, he knew, if he had never loved her. And yet, given the choice, he would do it again, even knowing what was to come. He would lose her a thousand times over if it meant he would first have the chance to love her.