“Don't do that again, he growled in my mind.Smiling, I thought. You have to admit it was cool.Cool? You are a devastatingly beautiful angel of death. If death came for me and it looked like you, I'd go willingly.”

“If I had to, I'd fight it like death itself. But with you, I don't have to.”

“I call you Angel because, I honestly believe that God put an Angel on this earth just for me,” he admitted, cupping my face in his hands making me look at him. I took in a shaky breath. So it was true what Pat said. My heart was racing in my chest as he continued to speak. “The first time I saw you I thought you were an Angel straight from heaven. You were so beautiful that you took my breath away. You still do, every day.”

“I thought you liked suffering and death. I mean... you always look like suffering and death.”

“Oh my God. You think you're my babysister, don't you?"He grinned and patted me on the shoulder in the most patronising way possible."Go fly a kite," I growled, turning away.A couple of seconds later, he caught up. "I could do that," he said, like I'd made a serious suggestion.”

“Odd to you, but to me, that’s my death day. Dead to ever living a normal life again. When I saw you sitting on the pier, I kind of thought of it as a gift...a beautiful...hopeful gift.”