In the cold harsh grip of reality, all dreams die, all dreams must be buried, especially his. He feels as if his own heart should be in that coffin with her—it is only fitting, his living, beating, bleeding, breaking heart lying next to her cold, still one. *A glimpse into Ashley's thoughts at Melanie's graveside*
I can't breathe, I am drowning. They keep calling Angel's survival a miracle and claiming Roy & I are her saviors & heroes. But I don't believe in miracles, I don't believe in saviors, and I sure as hell ain't her hero because heroes don't break and heroes don't fail. At least not like I did tonight. [sequel to "Angel's Miracle", Brice's POV]
I've always hated gangster movies because the bad guys never get to have a happy ending, they always die in the end. Except for tonight. Tonight is different. Because even gangster movies deserve a happy ending once in awhile, don't they?