I doubt I was much of a storyteller, but I would have put that smile in my book. On page 104, right next to the image of the Ward. I would have written it on my heart. I would have proofread it a thousand times under a thousand moons until a thousand tears thoroughly rationalized what it meant to me. Each time for when I’d met the darkness, and then succumbed. The smile read “you can’t break me’”—bold and in italics.

You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.

Don't judge me by my books. They're not my voices, and they were never my stories to tell.

Someday we're going to look back on every shared smile and smile some more. It's moments like this that make life worth enduring.

Endeavor for greatness, venture for the sake of the heart.

You never forget your first and true love, Ayden Grey. Not officially, not ever.