I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

She affected me, even when she was absent.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric)

I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn’t do that, I’d at least be there for her. (Eric)

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

Love was a lot more complicated when you had a lot of time on your hands.

The closer he was the less confident I was.