I may have trust issues, but some people seem to have an issue with the responsibility of being trusted.

You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me without asking for something in return.

Trust is like a tree branch, when you broke it you expect bandages?

Of course you don’t trust Braith. You don’t trust anybody,” Ghleanna reminded their brother. “You don’t trust the air.”

“Because it tends to become unseasonably chilly when I’d prefer it to be warm. It’s as if it does it on purpose.

It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.