Suzanne Young quotes:

Deacon was good, too-almost as good as me. His charisma draws people in, even if it's only a facade.

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 always find each other.

After all, suicide is contagious.

But I can't rewrite history. I can only live with what's left.

In my hand I hold a small guardian angel figurine set in a smooth, clearstone. It's beautiful, a promise of love. Of forever.

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.

...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

Truth is, I don't know what Deacon wants anymore - it's not just physical. Whatever it is must scare him, though, and I'm the one who ends up getting hurt. So I make the concerted effort to resist his temptation, even if sometimes I'd like nothing more than to surround myself with his affection.

I love you madly.