“I was sinking deeper in and losing my grasp at the surface. I was drowning. Drowning in an emotion I’d never felt before. Never wanted to feel—until now. Something so fresh, so new. Even as I tried to place this emotion to something, it left me feeling bewildered. I needed more. More of this toxic sweetness I couldn’t help but indulge.”

“I didn’t know who the young cashier was, but I still felt like a little part of me died as I watched him go under the hood. Even more so when I felt the bump beneath my seat in the back.”

“Dammit. I think I’m in like with the naked man I met today.”

“Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.”

“Great. My life has suddenly become a young-adult novel.”

“This is what really happens when fairy tales exist. There is nothing magical or enchanting about it, my dear.”

“I don't want to die without any scars, I don't want to continue my life without feeling everything that I was given, even if the scars are left on my heart. I just don't want to die without scars”