“Stop, Lea. I don't get happily-ever afters. Those are just for fairytales and porn.”

“I've spent my entire existence trying to create this perfect fairytale happy ever after future; bending fate to the way I thought it should be, or living in a past I was never supposed to have. I've never lived in the present, and cherished the moments I'm in.”

“This is your life, Lea. Mine was over centuries ago, but you have the future, things to hope for and look forward to. I'm just here for one thing. I don't want anything to happen to you or Conner, even Shane or Tucker, because you're all trying to save me.”

“You know, that's the fairy-tale I'd write for you, Grace. You and Shane. One hot rock star badass and one beautiful rock star badass with a happily ever after.”

“Life isn't made of miracles, roses and cotton fucking candy, Lea.”

“With my guitar, I could write my own stories, my own poems, and my own destiny. No one could take away the feelings, the emotions or the truth of my notes. They could hide secrets and provoke images of words that never should be whispered. I could compose the melody of my aching heart and write into it my own happily ever after since no one seemed to think after all my suffering I deserved one. That's okay, I would make my own.”

“Lea, I want to lick him up like a freaking cherry ice pop, let him melt in my mouth, get all sticky and lick my fingers clean. But so does every other girl he meets. And I'm like the last girl in line, a line that freaking wraps around the corner.”