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271 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 31, 2013




"I'd do anything for you, Sara." Lincoln's head lifted. "You have to know that."
She did. Sara closed her eyes, nodding. "I know."
"I'll always be here for you, no matter what . Even when you don't want me to be. Even when you don't think you need me to be, or you don't think you deserve me to be. I'll never leave you."









“It happened on a warm summer night when my heart was ripped apart and flung in a million unrecoverable directions.”
“She felt his warmth like he was behind her, holding her. Only it wasn’t him. It would never be him…. She was dying on the inside, losing herself… Sara didn’t know how to make it stop. She longed for it to stop.”
“That’s what she remembered, what she relived, every single day.
Him.
In fine detail.
Dying.”
“There was a void, a hole within her only he could fill. She felt like half a person; bereft, lost.”
“You’re not alone. Don’t ever deep like you’re alone. You know that, right?”
“You don’t have to feel bad for living, Sarah…. We’re going to laugh and smile. We’re going to live. Understand? This is what Cole would want. He would freak if he saw the way you’re living now. You know it too. This is stopping. Now. You can get mad at me and you can try and push me away, but guess what? I’m not going anywhere.”
“You didn’t die. You’re not dying. You don’t get to die, Sara.” he ground out. “Start living.”
“Who was saving whom? Maybe they were saving each other.”
“Love was forever, love was not lost when a life was; love did not fall away or weaken a person. Love was strong and people were stronger because of it; love continued, in all forms, in every way, until the end of time and even after that.”

It didn’t matter who you were or what you’d accomplished in life;
none of that mattered when tragedy struck.
You had no pull; no power.
You had no choice.
There was nothing to gamble with;
nothing to do to put the odds in your favor.
You were there and then you were gone, leaving those around you to realize how insignificant they all really were;
leaving them to try to pick up the destroyed pieces.
last March, one of tear jerking soul slayer book I have ever read in my life...and this one was almost match TLh , it was like the second part of that book.“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” His face was close to hers, his eyes trained on Sara’s.
His fingers sifted through her hair, cupping the nape of her neck.
“If anything ever happened to you, there wouldn’t be enough tears in the world for me to cry. That’s how much I love you.”
“Sometimes you can’t see it and it doesn’t make sense, but eventually, in time, it does. Even when it hurts. Even when it’s bad. Something good happens because of it.”

“Pretending only makes things worse. I guess not knowing how you feel about something is normal too. You can love someone and hate them at the same time. You can want something and not want it too. Sometimes lies are all you have; sometimes you have to tell yourself them just to be able to breathe.”
"I see you when I wake up, I dream of you, I see you in every woman’s face and I see you in the sky and even the grass. You’re everywhere. You’re everything. That’s all that matters. You’re all that matters. So hate me. Never speak to me again. Doesn’t matter. I’ll still need you. I’ll need you till I take my last breath and I’ll need you even after that,”"
“You hold on tight from now on, so tight it hurts. Got it? Don’t let go of me, not ever. Don’t worry about hurting me, don’t worry about suffocating me, don’t worry about holding on too tight. You hold on and you never let go. You’ll only hurt me, I’ll only suffocate, if you let go. Promise.”

You breathe in, you breathe out, and everything you know is gone.
Love was forever, love was not lost when a life was; love did not fall away or weaken a person. Love was strong and people were stronger because of it; love continued, in all forms; in every way, until the end of time and even after that
"No matter how many times Sara loved, she lost."
"You don't have to feel bad for living, Sarah."
"I want you, Sara. I've always wanted you. Damaged, broken, irrevocably ruined, I stil want you."











Memories were like ghosts that never went away; always there to haunt…
Memories had a funny way of inducing scents and sometimes even sounds. The past never seemed to fully leave a room; just as memories kept one’s history alive as well.
Memories were like two different sides of a coin. You can not get rid of the bad memories, and only keep the good ones.
Because ... even the sweetest memories, (still) could kill you from inside…





