In The Real World, You

Sage,” Adrian Declared. “these Hands Don’t Do Manual Labor.

You Know, Aunt Tasha Makes Jokes About How Youʹd Actually Be A Better Queen Than The Others, Except Sometimes . . . I Donʹt Think Sheʹs Joking.

She Didnʹt Know If She Could Carry On By Herself, But Then, She Realized That If This Wasnʹt A Dream—and Dear God, Did It Feel Real—there Was No Magic ʺstopʺ In Real Life. If She Couldnʹt Deal With Loneliness In A Dream, She Never Would Be Able To While Waking.

You Have To Protect Her. The More She Uses It, The Worse It'll Get. Stop Her, Rose. Stop Her Before They Notice, Before They Notice And Take Her Away Too. Get Her Out Of Here." [...] "don't Let Her Use The Power!. . .save Her. Save Her From Herself!

I Loved You!” He Yelled. He Jumped Up Out Of His Chair So Quickly I Never Saw It Coming. “i Loved You, And You Destroyed Me. You Took My Heart And Ripped It Up. You Might As Well Have Staked Me!” The Change In His Features Also Caught Me By Surprise. His Voice Filled The Room. So Much Grief, So Much Anger. So Unlike The Usual Adrian. He Strode Toward Me, Hand Clasped Over His Chest. “i. Loved. You. And You Used Me The Whole Time.