Just Do What You're Supposed To.

Well, I Already Know What Happened To My Face", I Say. "i Was There. Sort Of

We Can’t Survive Alone, But Even If We Could, We Wouldn't Want To.

I Can't Force You. I Can't Make You Want To Survive This." He Pulls Me Against Him And Runs His Hand Over My Hair, Tucking It Behind My Ear. His Fingers Trail Down My Neck And Over My Shoulder, And He Says, "but You Will Do It. It Doesn't Matter If You Believe You Can Or Not. You Will, Because That's Who You Are.

You Can't Be Fearless, Remember? Because You Still Care About Things. About Your Life.

You Look Older.” “yes, Well. The Passage Of Time Tends To Do That To A Person.