" I laugh. “How exactly do you see this…” I wave between the two of us, unable to come up with a descriptor
“Beautiful friendship?” he supplies with a devilish grin.
“…going?” I finish, ignoring him. “Us being mortal enemies and all.”
“I prefer the term ‘star-crossed lovers.’”
I snort. “Regardless, it can’t end well.”
“The best romances don’t. "

― Eliza Crewe , Crushed (Soul Eaters, #2)