Stealing Heaven

Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.

You know who you are you just have to believe it.

My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.

I think... I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember.

Because when I first saw you I thought─no, I knew─you were special. Because I still think that every time I look at you. Because I think you're smart and funny and brave. But most of all," he grins at me─ "because I like questions.