You matter.

It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now.

You’re easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated.

I jolt up, a scream lodged in my throat. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead and my throat hurts as if I've been screaming for a long time.

I can feel that I'm in a dream, but I can't wake myself up.

It’s too dangerous…I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to him. I wouldn’t be able to bare it. Forgiveness would be out of the question; beyond my ability. I would never be able to forget that the boy I loved was hurt…or worse…because he came to this world. Because of me.