His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)

I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.

His entire presence was like gravity, impossible to forget, possible to believe in, a theory merged into a law.

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

I remembered every moment between us, and every moment felt more precious as time passed.

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

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

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.