Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

I don't know if anyone's ever told you this", he begins. He doesn't blush, and his eyes don't dart away. Instead I find myself staring into a pair of oceans - one perfect, the other blemished by that tiny ripple. "You're very attractive."

I've been complimented on my appearance before. But never in his tone of voice. Of all the things he's said, I don't know why this catches me off guard. But it startles me so much that without thinking I blurt out, "I could say the same about you." I pause. "In case you didn't know."

A slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh, trust me. I know.

He is beauty, inside and out.
He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.
He is my light.

Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."

I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools.

It is better to have an enemy who will fight you in an open field then a lover who will kill you in your sleep.

What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?