“ His angry expression softens, and then he shoves my shoulder playfully. "Hey!" I push him back, to which he retaliates until I'm finally smiling. I love how we can do that--break through the misery to… Suzanne Young
“ It was in that small lack of movement that Poet could see true horror. A mirror held up to the human race and how it can be manipulated. Ruined. Suzanne Young
“ I'm out, surrounded in dark. But in the distance there is a small glow, a tiny light. Suddenly I'm standing alone, the space starting to brighten as the light grows. Suzanne Young
“ ...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves. Suzanne Young
