“Underneath my grief that day a resolution was hardening into cement: I would never, ever again create something thinking that I would be able to preserve it.”
“Grief was an opponent he would never be able to defeat.”
“Why would you do that? Why the hell would you ever think I wanted you to do that? I’m supposed to protect you.”Liv’s gaze hardened again. “Right after you drag me back to the cave by my hair, right? Damn, you can be a real asshole sometimes.”
“The thought filled me with grief, grief for the dreams we'd shared, for the love I'd felt, for the hopeful girl I would never be again.”
“I had done this. I had pulled my life apart. I would never, ever be safe again.”
“I hoped I never saw him again. If I ever had to look at him again, if he looked at me the way he did that day, it would break me.”