Red City

Here's what they don't tell you. Love is alchemy. It is the belief that your time spent with this person is better than your time spent without them. Like alchemy at its worst, loving the wrong person can destroy you, piece by piece, until you are nothing but ash. And like alchemy at its finest, finding your soulmate can remake you, elevate you to your most perfect state. Often, you will spend your entire life searching in vain. And sometimes, you simply find out too late.

Maybe happiness only exists in fragments. Maybe it is only the absence of grief.

2 A.M. is my favorite because you can read in the dark and the entire world is quiet.

Everything can be more beautiful. And because it has the potential to be more beautiful later

You are my heart. If you die, I die.

But does more money ever become an ugly thing? When does it stop saving your life and start destroying it?

Perhaps they are doomed like this. Forever sorry for what they will do to each other. Forever bound to do it again.

His gaze is so different tonight. The hard exterior she is so used to, the cold glint and the intimidating sear, all of it has faded, and in its place is something that must resemble the boy he used to be. And Sam wonders if this is how it happens to all of them, that once upon a time, he had seen beauty in the world too, had trusted and smiled and been a child. He had kept his heart open until he couldn’t bear the wounds any longer, and then he had shut it, letting himself go still and cold.

It is our regret over all the things we never achieved, all the dreams we never got to fulfill. It is the questions that haunt us in the late hours of the night. Who are you, and who are you becoming? What world have you entered into, and what world shall you leave behind? What will you do, so that you matter? What mark will you leave, so that your existence was not in vain?

Wounded hearts with something to prove are always the ones who change the world.