“But my feelings won’t abate. Feelings I’m not supposed to have. Feelings I can’t relinquish.”

“She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes filled with a feral fear that reaches into my depths, pulling on emotions I refuse to acknowledge. Things I can’t feel now. Won’t feel ever again.”

“Tell me you don't feel what I feel.""That doesn't matter." She swallowed hard."It does to me." I brush my lips against hers.”

“The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for everything that has happened so far. But no answers come and I’m forced to acknowledge the feeling lodged between my two worldsTerror.”

“A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.”

“Only the living can feel this much pain.”

“There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.”