I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.

Remember how far you’ve come, and you won’t have to rely on a destiny for your future. It will come on your own.

Love crosses the sky on a peculiar disturbing night.

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

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...

I would only blame myself if something happened to you.

The fantasized kiss was stolen time from the dreams…

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)

Depends on who wins, I guess.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it’s the blood and muck I was covered in that night.

Harmony would only come with destruction.

I can’t take back the past, but I can fight for the future.

The rules of life are nothing that cannot be fixed.

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric)

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....

I’m assuming you have a reason behind this irrational need to conform to this institution.” (Eric)

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

Shadows could be anywhere in blackness. (Eric)

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

Sometimes battles are unavoidable.

Among my stillness was a pounding heart.

I don’t need today anyway.

I knew why love was always described with eternity. A single minute stretched out for lifetimes.

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

Luthicer hummed. “You’re either brave or very foolish.” “What’s the difference?” (Eric)

With the smell so close, the ocean came into view only a few moments later, sometimes peeking between old brick buildings with bright blue eyes, other times peering for a lingering moment like long lost...

You are afraid that she will change.

…the truth was more powerful than a lie could ever be (Eric)

She affected me, even when she was absent.

I thought that love at first sight was something that was only in cheesy movies and romantic novels until that moment.

Without this flock, I would be worthless. Without the people in this flock, I’d be empty. Without the people who started this flock, I’d be dead.

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

I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn’t regret any of it.

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

My life wasn’t horrible, but I didn’t see any passionate reason to love it.

I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for the people I had met and the people I had lost.

We couldn’t change anything, and in times of war, people become helpless and vulnerable.

When I first met him, he was everything I wanted to be, but over time, he showed me how I wanted to be myself, and that was how I fell in love with him.

Damn the way he had control over me.

The number of people that reside on our side will be the determination for a good result. Or a terrible one.

I wasn’t sure what was worse: being oblivious or living within reality. (Eric)

I’m not mad. I already told you that. We all have mistakes in our past…and our future. It’s a fact of life.

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, but fights weren’t always conveniently scheduled. (Jessica)

It’s not the best life in the world, but it’s all I know.

No one wanted to die with secrets in their grave.

Our love was a river, always changing under the mercy of nature’s elements, but we continued to flow, even when we trickled.

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

Sometimes an outside perspective is the clearer perspective.

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...