“I'm going to marry you someday, Brooke.”

“That's not going to happen, because I love you. If anyone's getting their heart broken here, it's me. Not you.”

“You should go then.” Don’t go. Don’t bloody leave me. Throw your arms around me. I don’t care if you smear my face with paint, Anna. Tell me you love me. Show me you still want me. Torture me at bit more.Oh, God...she was walking away from me.”

“I'm too old for this.”

“I can't believe I'm about to drink with my father- this is wrong on so many levels.”

“I'm not really heaven material anyway, chickie babe. Sign me up for your team.”

“Spend the night with me.” (...)“I’m tired of living like I’m not alive.” He dropped his hands from my face to grip my shoulders. “I’m bloody sick to death of it. I want one night to be alive. With you.” He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on mine.“Please, Anna. One last night and we’ll go back to being safe again. I need this. I need you.”