“No! He tried to shout out but the water surged into his mouth and lungs choking his cry. Then darkness. And nothingness. Always the nothingness. Thicker this time as if it had fingers pulling him down and pulling the life out of him. Pulling his soul out of him.”

“Its not that he didn’t appreciate his dishwasher. There was something about washing dishes by hand that was therapeutic, as if he could wash away the regrets of the past and photos he wanted to wipe out of his memory forever.”

“You need to let some light into whatever dark closest you’re hanging out in at the moment.”

“You are no one and you are everyone.You are glorious and you are nothing.You are mountains and valleys.You are glory and sin.And even when in the heart of your glory you can’t comprehend how deep his passion for you runs,Take hold of who you are.Run before the wind of the destiny He has created for you,And seek Him in every moment.”

“The last thing he felt was Bethany being pulled from his limp arms. A finality of black crashed over him in waves he couldn’t surface from, welcoming him into the nothingness that dug in deep, refusing to ever let him go.”

“Have you ever told him how you feel? What he meant to you, what he probably still means to you?”

“He glanced through the kitchen door at Tori sitting in front of his laptop. Would they be together in two months? Two years? Two decades? Did he want to be with her that long? Maybe. He didn’t know and suspected she didn’t know either. Three months together wasn’t long enough to know, Actually it was. but he still needed time to…”