“He fills my thoughts, my dreams, and my nightmares. The memory of him, and his touch, pound on the door to my soul with such force that cracks are forming in the wood. I do my best to act like… — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“I love you,” he says as he meets me in the doorway. “Just because you say it doesn’t make it true, you know.” — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“It’s over now, Ryker.” “That’s the thing, Natalie… it’s never really over.” — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“You two had something special – it’s the circumstances that were shitty.” — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“I just...I've fantasized about peace and quiet for so long, dreamt about being left alone...but when the TV was off, and the sun was… — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“But, the thing about guilt is, no one can take away for you; you have to unpack it yourself.” — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“Heroes don’t always wear capes, badges, or uniforms. Sometimes, they support those who do.” — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“Guilt is intense. Suffocating. A brick, tied quietly around your ankles while you sleep. You never fall slowly into guilt-you wake up with little… — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, the things people don't say speak louder than the things they do, though.” — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“Because I love him, and you don't hurt the people you love. Not on purpose.” — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“He keeps doing that.” “What?” She laughs. “Kissing your forehead.” “Yeah . . . he does.” I can’t stop my grin. “Does it bother… — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
“They took his soul over there, fuckers , and left me with the breathing carcass.” — Andrea Randall Copy Share Image
