Charlie Took My Hand And,

Who Are You And What Have You Done With My Brother?

You Could Run From Someone You Feared, You Could Try To Fight Someone You Hated. All My Reactions Were Geared Toward Those Kinds Of Killers – The Monsters, The Enemies. When You Loved The One Who Was Killing You, It Left You No Options. How Could You Run, How Could You Fight, When Doing So Would Hurt That Beloved One? If Your Life Was All You Had To Give Your Beloved, How Could You Not Give It? If It Was Someone You Truly Loved?

What Is She To Me? Except A Menace — A Danger You’ve Chosen To Inflict On All Of Us.

Time Passes. Even When It Seems Impossible. Even When Each Tick Of The Second Hand Aches Like The Pulse Of Blood Behind A Bruise. It Passes Unevenly, In Strange Lurches And Dragging Lulls, But Pass It Does. Even For Me.

But Now You're Unhappy," He Pointed Out. "and?" I Challenged. "that Doesn't Seem Fair." He Shrugged, But His Eyes Were Still Intense. I Laughed Without Humour. "hasn't Anyone Told You? Life Isn't Fair." "i Believe I Have Heard That Somewhere Before," He Agreed Dryly.