Pay what you owe, but the ocean will not swallow your sins; only show you how deep it goes.

She memorised the beating of your heart like a morse code only she could decipher. She grasped it in her hands to see if the message would ever fa...

Every version of us ends up here; with the pearl-like moon as a witness and the vast ocean as a grave.

At this point, the present and future are only fueled by memories of what we were.

He worships you enough for forgiveness, and there is enough love in you for the cycle to continue.

In the darkness, he can almost pretend that everything is normal. That he's not a vampire, that he hasn't just been tortured, that the hunter next...

She's not a good liar but she smiles while doing it still.

Cold hands, warmer smiles. The storm plays a song only you know the rhythm to.

Your first taste of his skin is when your knife grazes his neck.

Her first mistake was knowing you, her second mistake was loving you.

Vampires aren't supposed to die, but you did. It stained his skin and he carries it everywhere.