“Crying makes me know I'm still real and still alive.”
“It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.”
“Just give me a bit, let me pretend you're still alive," Andrei said hoarsely. "Let me pretend that I don't have to give you up.""Andrei," Warm, calloused hands cupped Anrei's face. "Look at me. I'm real. I'm still with you. A part of me will always be with you. Even after I go through that doorway.”
“I'm still a broken girl struggling through the stages of my grief, trying to reenter the real world without the man who is still part of me.”
“If I go crazy will you still call me superman? If i'm alive and well will you be there holding my hand?”
“If every babe who cried were still alive, well, then, the world would be a very crowded place, indeed.”