Where's your sister? Chevy asks like he doesn't care about the answer, but unfortunately, he does.
What if there's another fire? You're not going to be there to save me.I'll always save you. Because I would. I'd move heaven and earth. I'd willingly walk into hell and stay there. I'd give up anythin...
This love, it has been worth it—even if I'm losing a piece of my heart in the process.
This isn't me giving him a memory. This is me giving him my heart.
This is what happens when you believe in hope. Karma comes around to destroy it.
They need a moment together and, having nothing but time, I sit on the top step and wonder if I'll find someone who will understand and accept this life like my mother.
There are moments when your heart breaks and melts at the same time. When there’s so much love flooding your soul that you’re drowning in the tide. This is that moment with Noah.
Taking what was the most raw and broken inside us and offering it to the other as a show of what we can’t heal on our own. It’s the most simple and heartbreaking of vulnerabilities...to admit that you...
Someday, she’ll trust me enough to tell me the truth. For now, I’ll be that home she lost – I’ll be that soft, secure place where she can land.
She relaxed, fitting perfectly into my body. In the crisp, cold February air, we swayed together, moving to our own personal beat. For one moment, we escaped hell. No teachers, no therapist, no well-m...
She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn't be goudbye. I'd fill her up and make her realize she'd always be empty without me.
She looks happy to me when she’s beside you.I laugh bitterly. She looked real happy when she left.She looked hurt. Hurt means she cares. It’s indifference that should scare you. The same look foster p...
Several photographers have mumbled between each other about my glasses. They’re just jealous because I make glasses sexy, and it must suck to not be me.
Ryan has this blank, way too innocent expression. Don't worry, Mr. Risk. I'd love to help Elisabeth.He turns to me and smiles. This smile isn't genuine or heartwarming, but cocky as hell.Bring it, joc...
People don’t care what really happened—the truth—they care about what makes them feel better, what puts them higher on the scorecard than someone else—even if it’s a lie.
Outside the guys' athletic dorms, I attempt to stand in front of Beth as she searches for my brother's room number. Beth wears a cotton T-shirt that hugs her slim form and ends a half inch short of he...
Our eyes met. Her green eyes melted and she gave me that beautiful siren smile.
Not sure how this whole social media thing is supposed to be fun. It's like being back in elementary school and waiting to be picked for kickball.
No, baby, no, i whispered into her hair.She pushed her palms against my chest, then became a blur as she ran past. I'm sorry.
No more game playing. It's time we call this fight what it is: a war.