I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. "What’s this?" he asked, raising a brow. "You’ll need it to sign my death certificate," I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. "Are we done now?” (Eric)

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

Someone who doesn’t know if tomorrow will come would rather live every day twice than live it once.

Tomorrow can take me,” he said. “I don’t need today anyway.

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica

Harmony would only come with destruction.

Some rumors said she was a demon from another world. Other rumors said she was death incarnate, someone to remind us of our misdeeds. But no one had said how beautiful she was. No one had mentioned her eyes. The ones that showed color only for a second. A hint of beauty in absolute blackness.

No one wanted to die with secrets in their grave.