“I couldn't tell you why she felt that way but she felt it everyday. I couldn't help her; I just watched her make the same mistakes again.”
“The feeling of not being enough for someone, of knowing you would do anything for them and they not the same for you. I didn't want to, but I felt bad for her. I wanted to hate her, but I couldn't. I couldn't blame her for what she didn't know.”
“But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.”
“I felt almost sick with wanting to tell her how I felt, but I couldn't think of words to suit my feelings.”
“I was still mad at her, but it felt different when I could see her than when I couldn't. Watching her took some of that anger away.”
“Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.”