I want to feel the rush of death, the high of utter nothingness, the fragility of my own mortality. Let it slip through my fingers like sand and when it's gone for good, I'll be none the wiser.

And in her life, she found the perfect death, a way to drown out the pain, a way to let go.

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.

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.

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 don’t always get what you wish for, you know. I think you’re forgetting that we all could’ve died for this mission. Some of us did.

She wouldn't even get the chance to say a proper goodbye. If he died before she returned, her last memory of him would be this one.

Someday she would be able to deal with all the pain that loomed in her heart, but until that day came, she'd have these moments where she would have to absorb it all and wait for the storm to pass.

Promises don't matter to a dead girl.