“Fro and to in my dreams to youTo the haunting tune of the harpFor the price I paid when you died that dayI paid that day with my heartFro and to in my dreams to youWith the breaking of my heartNe'er more again will I sing this songNe'er more will I hear the harp.”

“Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream”

“What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You'd crush all my hopes and dreams, but it's an option.”

“I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.”

“Are you high? Why are you never wearing a shirt?""I sleep naked," Cole said. He put both milk and sugar in my coffee. "As the day goes on, I put on more and more clothing. You should've come over an hour ago.”

“Grace," I said, my vision swirling now because of her blood smeared across my wrists, "Can you hear me?" She nodded then stumbled to her knees. I knelt beside her; her eyes were huge and afraid and my heart was breaking. "I'll come find you, I said. "I promise I'll come find you. Don't forget me. Don't-don't lose yourself.”

“Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.”