Laughter Was Like A Fresh

Ian Paused And Leaned Closer To Me So That I Couldn't Seem To See Anything Around His Face, Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

Do You Truly Believe That You Care More For Me Than I Do For You?" He Murmured, Leaning Closer To Me As He Spoke, His Dark Golden Eyes Piercing. I Tried To Remember How To Exhale. I Had To Look Away Before It Came Back To Me. "you're Doing It Again," I Muttered. His Eyes Opened Wide With Surprise. "what?" "dazzling Me," I Admitted, Trying To Concentrate As I Looked Back At Him. "oh." He Frowned. "it's Not Your Fault," I Sighed. "you Can't Help It.

I Felt Like I Was Trapped In One Of Those Terrifying Nightmares, The One Where You Have To Run, Run Till Your Lungs Burst, But You Can't Make Your Body Move Fast Enough... But This Was No Dream, And, Unlike The Nightmare, I Wasn't Running For My Life: I Was Racing To Save Something Infinitely More Precious. My Own Life Meant Little To Me Today.

The Only Reason I Left Was To Protect You.

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing