He was lost. He felt things that confused him, for people who confused him even more. He wasn’t like any boy his age; he liked books, music, and coffee… And, except for his best friend, he was alone. He was lost in a world he was just starting to discover, left to discover it on his own, and he had no one to help him through it… until he met her. He wasn’t scared anymore, because he had her.
She was lost. She always had been. She didn’t know where she belonged, and never had. Until she met him. That day, when some things became clearer and some others became more confusing, when she started understanding stuff but some other became just completely absurd. But she wasn’t scared, because she had him.
They were lost, but they found each other. And from that moment on, everything was okay; they weren’t scared, they weren’t lost anymore. They had each other. And that’s everything that matered.
"I was lost in a world of sex and drugs and boys, until he came along. It kind of hit me by surprise, how easily I fell in love with him. To everyone but him, I was just a heartless bastard. Maybe they were right about me. Maybe I couldn't be saved. People have died trying, after all, and their blood was on my hands. But maybe, just maybe... I could still be saved.
(3rd book in the FM Trilogy)