“Aren’t all fairy tales based in fact? You yourself are supposed to be nothing more than a myth.Pandora’s box is a story parents read to their children at night,” she countered. “That means life itself is afairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.”

“That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.”

“Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.”

“But we all must be true to our own nature. Acting as anyone other than yourself merely brings you pain and makes you appear ashamed of who and what you are. Others will feed off that shame, and soon it will be all that you are.”

“This means nothing,” she said.“Less than nothing,” he lied.“I’ll hate myself later.”“I hate myself now.”

“No one could ever truly be free as long as they loved, and life wasn't worth living without love. So freedom? Overrated.”

“You are mine,” he rasped. “Only ever mine. I accept all that you are, and we can be together.”