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"They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together."
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"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not suicidal if that's what's freaking you out. I'm not fucked up in the head. I'm not deranged. I'm not suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. I'm just a brother who loved his sister more than life itself, so I get a little intense when I think about her."

"Closer, it's all right. Touch the man of grief.Do. Don't be afraid. My troubles are mine and I am the only man alive who can sustain them."

"There is no grief like the grief that does not speak."

"Grief does not change you. It reveals you."

"I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness."

"The inletour friend looks as he didwhen we first knew him,and until I wake I believeI will die of grief, for I knowthat this boy grew into a manwho was a faithful friendwho died."
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"I believe in destiny Angel. I believe every choice I've made has brought me closer to you. I looked for you for a very long time. I may have fallen from heaven, but I fell for you."

"What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-primal.His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.'You're impossible.'Me Jev, you Nora."

"I tilted my chin up a fraction. 'You can't f-force me to stay here.' I'd only agreed to come this far because I didn't want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I had high hopes of finding a phone, for two. 'That sounded more like a question than a statement,' said Patch. 'Then ans-s-swer it.'His rogue smile crept out. 'It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.'I glanced down at Patch's black shirt, wet and clinging to my body. I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door between us."

"I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have."

"Tacos.''Tacos?' I echoed.This seemed to amuse him. 'Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.''I know what a taco is!"

"You're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I can handle the real thing."

"I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.' I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. 'I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now,' I quipped."

"Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him."
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