You pushed me down to the depths of my sorrow until I thought I wouldn’t see the light of day again. You expected me to drown, didn’t you? To be left there for an eternity, waiting for your hand to pull me out? What you didn’t stop to realize is that I live in the shadows, thrive even. When I pull myself from the darkness, I’ll be stronger for it and you’ll regret leaving me for dead.

Look, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, so I’ll just say I’ve been through Hell and back. I am under no obligation to be sweet to you or anyone.

Even when I didn’t want to think about it, I did. I didn’t know what that said about me, or maybe I didn’t like what it suggested. Either way, it had left me with the thought that human life was both strangely fragile and persistent.

People do some crazy things for the ones they love.

Even if life hadn't been so kind to her, there were things to fight for. Things worth protecting.

This was the girl who made him swoon. Even after everything they had been through, she was the one he killed for. More importantly, she was the one he lived for.

I’d like to think I’d be brave enough to defend myself, but most likely, I would be a runner too.

This seems hard now, but it’s this pain that’ll help you keep fighting. Unfortunately, it’s a double-edged sword. Promise me, you won’t let this pain destroy you.

You're stronger than them," she said, looking him dead in the eyes. "Never be sorry for that.