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480 pages, Paperback
First published September 26, 2014
“I'm not heartless— my heart is just hardened, while the rest of me is hollow.”
“We're a tragedy in the making. The game of tug-of-war we're playing will end up destroying us, because she doesn't have it in her to surrender, and I can't let go.”
“It's hard to feel alive when you've been obliterated inside, hard to feel real when you no longer remember how to dream.”
“She looks broken, but so goddamn beautiful. I want to put her back together. I want to break her down even more.”
“Sometimes secrets have the power to kill. The power to destroy. We each hold nuclear weapons inside of us.”
I didn’t set out to love her. I didn’t even plan to like her. But it happened... we happened... and I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with that.
“You’re delusional.”
“You mispronounced handsome.”
“The whole watching me from afar thing is kind of creepy, you know. I get that you don’t trust me, but stalking is only cool when Edward Cullen does it.”
“You have no reason to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you... nobody is.”
She stares at me for a moment before reaching up, covering my hand with her own.
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I won’t let them,” I say.
“It’s as simple as that.”



"You should run far, far away from me.
I know I should. I wish I could."

"We do what we have to do, take what we have to take, and sometimes we hurt people we swear we won't hurt, but we do, because life makes us.
It's a dog eat dog world.
We're all monsters, when it comes down to it."
















“The whole watching me from afar thing is kind of creepy, you know. I get that you don't trust me, but stalking is only cool when Edward Cullen does it.”
We're a tragedy in the making. The game of tug-of-war we're playing will end up destroying us, because she doesn't have it in her to surrender, and I can't let go. It's something else I love about her. There's a fight in her. But it's a fight that'll be our downfall. Because I have that same fight in me.

Tell me how you want it to be. Tell me what you need from me." I'll give her anything. I'll tear my fucking chest open with my bare hands, rip out my heart and hand it to her, if that's what she needs. All she has to do is tell me. All she has to do is ask.
She's trying to be unbreakable but I'm unshakeable. She's going crazy, and I'm already goddamn insane. I clipped my jailbird's wings so she couldn't fly away from me, and then I wonder why the fuck I can't make her soar.
Second chances don't come easily. Most people don't get them. Most people don't know what it's like to come back from the brink of death. It changes people. It certainly changed me.


“I'm going to tell you something that a wise man once told me: it's not the darkness that's terrifying, it's what you might find in it.”

“I didn’t set out to love her. I didn’t even plan to like her. But it happened... we happened... and I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with that.”
“My insides are black but my heart still beats. It still beats. And it fucking beats for her.”

“It's okay to admit the darkness terrified me. Because I found some light in it. I found her.”
“I'm not heartless—my heart is just hardened, while the rest of me is hollow. But she breathes life into what long ago stopped trying to live. She's oxygen, and without her, I'm dead.”





"I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."
"Of course not. It's not the darkness that's terrifying, it's what you might find in it. And it doesn't scare you anymore, Ignazio, because it is you. You're what's terrifying in the darkness."


"She loves me. And she probably hates that fact more than she hates me most days."
"I know she hates me. I can see it. I can sense it. It's written in the tension in her muscles, the way she folds into herself when I'm close, the flush of her body whenever I dare touch her.
But I know she loves me, too. Because a fire wages beneath her skin, and not all of it is fueled by anger."
"Every now and then she'll forget she's supposed to despise me, she'll forget she's not allowed to want me. She'll forget I'm a monster.
And all she remembers in the moment, all she knows, all she cares about, is that I'm a man, a man who went through hell, a man who loves her, who swore he wouldn't hurt her, and for the moment she'll let herself believe it.
She'll forget I'm the bad guy and remember what it felt like when she thought I was the hero. The one who would drown so she could stay afloat."
I fell in love with her.
It was my worst nightmare. But sometimes nightmares are simply fueled by fear... fear of something we don't understand.
A clown isn't scary when it takes off its makeup. A monster isn't so terrifying when you turn on the light. My enemy was my enemy until I looked inside of her and realized we weren't so different, after all.
"I'm nobody's hero."
"You're trying to be Karissa's."
"No, I just don't want to be her villain."
My insides are black but my heart still beats. It still beats. And it f*cking beats for her.
I’ll give her anything. I’ll tear my fucking chest open with my bare hands, rip out my heart and hand it to her, if that’s what she needs. All she has to do is tell me. All she has to do is ask.

"It's funny, in a way, that they call it "a hit". Because it is. It's a hit. A high. And I crave it."
"The world made me who I am, and the world pays for that mistake every day."
"I’ve lived a life of darkness already, years where the sun didn’t shine on me, and now that I’ve seen daylight again, I don’t think I could ever turn my back on it."

"She's not just under my skin, she's in my organs, wrapped up in my cells, infecting me."












































I die, you die
I don’t doubt that for a moment
Love is ugly, and messy. Love makes no sense. And I love him, as impossible as that may be.
…she’s the most beautiful when she’s doing nothing. When she thinks nobody’s looking, when she thinks she’s alone.
I’m with her simply because I want to be. Because I need to be. Because she needs me, I think, and if I’m being honest, I need her just as much.
What I have with you isn’t blissfully ignorant. It’s real, and it isn’t always pretty but when it’s good, it’s good.
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“It's that heavy sort of darkness, the kind you can feel when you breathe, the denseness filling your lungs and slowly suffocating you.”
“I, Ignazio Vitale, have always been afraid of the dark. If you tell anyone that, I'll kill you.”


“Despite everything she knows I've done, despite most of the time hating me, she can't let go of that sliver of hope, that part of her that thought she saw some good in me somewhere. I told her she couldn't change me, but she didn't believe that shit for a second. I wish... I fucking wish... some part of me could let her be right about this.”

"Because you can't go back and change things once they're done. You can't rewrite history. Dwelling on it, wondering what could've been different, wondering how things might be in a perfect world, is a waste of time. Because this world isn't perfect, life isn't perfect, and it never will be…”
“It's okay to admit the darkness terrified me. Because I found some light in it. I found her.”


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