Los malvados se alzarán

How nice would it have been to find myself in any other storybook world than this one.

I didn't quite understand what he meant, and then I did. He meant that we had both been through some terrible shit, but that the credits weren't rolling yet. There was still time for us to write ourselves a happy ending.

We sat there for a minute quietly. When I looked at him, I realized he was looking at me in this intense, serious way.
"What?" I asked.
Instead of answering me, he touched my cheek softly.

"I. Know. Who. I. AM", I said again, more confidently this time with each word bringing forth every bit of the power, the rage, and - yeah- the wickedness, that had been building inside of me since I was just a little girl.

Yes I might have been quiet and shy, the kind of person who did my best to keep my head down just to get through the day. But even then, I had never let people walk all over me. [...] I'd still always found my own ways of fighting for the things I believe in.

It was that horrible feeling that no matter how hard you tried, you were making things worse for yourself, and the best thing to do was give up.

Faith: everyone knows it's something you're supposed to have, but it's harder to put that into practice when your senses are telling you all hope is lost.

When I'd dreamed of getting away from home, what I'd really wanted was to find a place I could matter. Where I could be someone, and have a purpose.

Look, it didn't matter "what" we were to each other. It didn't matter whether I really knew him or not. I just knew that I wanted to find him.

He looked away and took a deep breath. When our eyes met again, I suddenly saw a sadness in him that I recognized from somewhere.