Blood Noir

"People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. but true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going you die. The person you were moments ago dies. Gone. Everything solid, everything real is gone. It doesn't come back. The world is forever fractured, so you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of the lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you can swallow all that heat. You swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be."

"Once, the belief that his love would heal all the old wounds, and finally make me fell safe, had been true. Love is real, and false, even true love. Because love alone cannot keep you safe, if there is still a trembling fear inside you."

But most of all:
"Sometimes it's not the light in a person that you fall in love with, but the dark."