And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.
He leaned back, appalled at himself. She was a ***damn dose of truth serum. Things were falling out of his mouth as though his ability to sensor had short-circuited.
We all have scars, Mia; they are supposed to make you stronger, not paralyze you. ~Cole
Perhaps in body I am not quite as real as you, he said, then looked alive, making him once again seem real, even though she knew that if she tried to touch him, she could not. But my thoughts and emotions are as real as yours. My soul, Mia Randall, is as real as yours.
That your eyes are like bits of sky seen through the leaves. And that, like the rain washes the mud from the leaves, you.. How did he say it? Oh yes. That you wash the darkness from the world.