“It was so addictive...like a train wreck.""A train wreck," he repeats, disbelieving."You know---you don't really want to see blood and destruction and death because you know it'll haunt you forever, but at the same time you can't look away?”

“Once I started I couldn’t put it down. It was so addictive . . . like a train wreck.”

“It was a smart decision. You're too good for him." I roll my eyes. "You keep saying that. Is there something you know that I don't?" I ask."You," he replies, matter of fact.”

“Maybe. But you know, when you love someone you love them. And every day you sit back pretending that you don't is one less day you have with him.”

“So far you've been like...a great secret."A teasing smile plays at his lips. "A secret, huh? Well, if you think you've spent enough time saying goodbye you can go back inside and I'll just plan to meet you in your room. Unless, you know, you're done with me.""I'm never done with you.”

“You know,” he says, peeking inside the bag. “It’s okay. Because ham and cheese is my absolute favorite…and an apple? It’s like, the lunch of champions.” I stifle another yawn. “It doesn’t get much better than that, right?” “Only if you were eating with me,” he says.”

“I bring the petals to my nose and breathe deeply. "Where did it come from?"Seth smiles. "A garden.""A garden?" I repeat, raising an eyebrow.He laughs."You think you're so clever," I mutter. "It must be nice, conjuring up whatever you want whenever you want it.""It has it's perks.”