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A heroic act is not always followed by glory and parades and forever freedom,” she said. “It’s often small, disregarded, or forgotten. But it matters.

All love is immortal.

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

Bad bloods aren't born evil or dangerous. We are taught to be, but only because we have to if we want to survive.

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

But this girl—She reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)

Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.

Damn the way he had control over me.

Differences disappear when faced with death.

Don't make excuses. They're pointless.

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric)

Either way, one should love their children, shouldn’t they? After all, children are only duplicates of your own genes. What did these children ever ask for? They wanted love, family, and support. But WE kicked them out onto streets like animals just because WE, as adults, were scared of a situation WE weren’t used to.

Every monster could be saved.

Every second of everyday I still love them, and I won’t believe they are dead until I see it for myself.

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric)

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.

Harmony would only come with destruction.

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

Her kiss was a good-bye and a promise and a dream.

He's been through so much and to watch that boy suffer makes me wish this world wasn't so cruel.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

His entire presence was like gravity, impossible to forget, possible to believe in, a theory merged into a law.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)

I couldn’t help but feel as if everyone had lied about everything. We all had secrets. We all had a dark side to our innocent cover. I wondered what we would be like, if we had been completely honest with each other in the first place. Maybe more people would be alive, but then again, more people could be dead.

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

I didn't particularly feel like explaining myself to eighteen bewildered people.

I don’t say goodbye unless I think it’s final.

I’d prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt." (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica

I knew why love was always described with eternity. A single minute stretched out for lifetimes.

I know you better then anyone. You’re practically my son, and I think that it’s the fact that you don’t want to see her leave. You are afraid of change.” He paused; he was right. “You are afraid that she will change.

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. "What’s this?" he asked, raising a brow. "You’ll need it to sign my death certificate," I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. "Are we done now?” (Eric)

I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. It was as if happiness spread through your body with the cold, but then disappeared and brought depression, all in less then two seconds. It was unbelievable, and yet, addicting.

I live within my daydreams and nightmares; through that, I have learned to create, and I never cease from doing so.

I’m assuming you have a reason behind this irrational need to conform to this institution." (Eric)

I may be a homeless, old man, but that doesn’t make me worthless.

I'm just helping someone who is unfortunate. Is that a crime?

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.

I remembered every moment between us, and every moment felt more precious as time passed.

I saw something I could never forget. I saw lifetimes of acknowledgement, fear, wisdom, questioning, and understanding in a child's eye. It was the worst thing I would ever witness.

I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn't regret any of it.

I thought that love at first sight was something that was only in cheesy movies and romantic novels until that moment.

It’s alright, kiddo. I’ll love you no matter how you are. No matter if you are gifted or not, your mother and I will love you all the way to the end of forever...

It’s going to be okay, Eric," Urte said, helping me sit up. I shook my head. "Lying is my forte, Urte, not yours.” (Eric.)

It was almost painful to be different.

I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn’t do that, I’d at least be there for her. (Eric)