Above all else - I was his.And he was mine.

The connection was gone. I had died. Lincoln's soul had shattered. He was gone.

I looked at the painting that had started as a solitary white lily, and now depicted a whole field of them beneath a violet sky and a golden sun. It was us...a lifetime ago.

I found my life in the quiet. And all I could see and hear and smell and feel was you. Us.

The only time I find myself - me - is in you.

A scream that held more than life and death, for it also held her soul, as everything she was departed this world with the one she was bonded to forever.

I’d give you my soul in an instant, even if it meant I had to spend eternity in torment — just for one moment with you as mine.

Even in the darkness, the nothingness, he was still the sun.

I couldn't trust myself to slip up even once. No matter how much I wished I could look into his clear green eyes - the only place I'd ever found myself - one more time. Because once will never be enough. A lifetime would fall short.