This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

They say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first.

That you could fix me? What's more, that I could fix you? Well, Sorry, pet, I don't want to be fixed. - Caleb

My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.

Some stories aren't black and white.

I'm telling you, monsters aren't born, they're made.

He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her how much she had come to mean to him. She could destroy him with her rejection. If she had feigned her feelings for him - if he'd bought into her lies and her quest for freedom... He wasn't sure what he would do. He could hurt her.

Love does not always begin or end the way we wish it would.

He was my tormentor and my solace the creator of the dark and the light within.