From Clive Barker’s Cabal:

Of all the rash and midnight promises made in the name of love, none, Boone knew, was more certain to be broken than “I’ll never leave you.”

What time didn’t steal from under your nose, circumstance did. It was useless to hope otherwise, useless to dream that the world somehow meant you good. Everything of value, everything you clung to for your sanity, would rot or be snatched in the long run, and the abyss would gape beneath you, as it gaped for Boone now, and suddenly, without so much as a breath of explanation, you were gone. Gone to hell or worse, professions of love and all.

And I never thought that I could bring myself to say it again. Not even to you. Not ever in this lifetime again.

You, who brought living back to my life; you, who for me over these last few years, lost sanity and soul; you, who sacrificed your family for us; you have healed me.

Without you I am rot, I am insane, I am an abyss agape with hopelessness.

The whispers of broken promises will forever scar my body but my body is just a vessel. My body is a vessel of soul — a placid lake full of love for you — unscarred and brimming over.

My soul is yours.

I’ll never leave you.