We met less than a week ago and in that time Ive done nothing but lie and cheat and betray you. I know. But if you give me a chance...all I want is to protect you. To be near you. For as long as Im able.

Maybe there isnt such a thing as fate. Maybe its just the opportunities were given and what we do with them. Im beginning to think that maybe great epic romances dont just happen. We have to make them ourselves.

I knew they would kill me when they found out but He struggled for words releasing a sharp breath. I think I realized that I would rather die because I betrayed them than live because I betrayed you.