Because of you, I've decided to live.

And I wondered what it was like to be chosen. I was never chosen. I was a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely but never the one, never the chosen one.

“Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart.”

"True strength is in the decision to remain kind and extend love, despite it all."

“I’ve been hurt more than I’ve been loved.”

"You're absolutely right; we're going to be fine. I don't know why I panicked earlier." Marianne sighed and glanced out the window, watching as the rain drenched everything in the vicinity. "A first aid kit and some flashlights will be very useful right about now. Plus, I used too much magic earlier so I can't heal you. " Her coffee brown hues widened in shock when the lights refused to turn on. "Maybe there's something wrong with the fuse box?" A soft pink blush painted her cheeks when Zack's hands grasped her shoulders. "There is a God of storms, you know. His name is Indra. Maybe he's trying to provide us with enough water for our crops...? I studied up on Gods and myths before this storm got out of hand. You know, from that book you lent me." The blunette inhaled and exhaled slowly to steady her breathing. "Phones are interesting, but difficult to use. I still can't remember what each button does, so I have to look at the manual often. And I won't use the light unless it's necessary."