Metaphors. This Was The Cost

I'd Do A Lot Of Things To Protect You.

Come On! Don't Hold Back," Christian Said. "i'm Not, " Lissa Protested. "you Are Too! I've Seen You Knock On A Door Harder Than You're Hitting Me. " "that's A Ridiculous Metaphor. " "and, " He Added, "you Aren't Aiming For My Face. " "i Don't Want To Leave A Mark!" "well, At The Rate We're Going, There's No Danger Of That, " He Muttered

He Smiled, And It Lit Up His Whole Face.

All That Mattered Was That He Was Adrian, My Adrian. My Match. My Partner In Crime, In The Long Battle I’d Just Signed On For To Right The Wrongs In The Alchemist And Moroi Worlds. Maybe Marcus Was Right That I’d Also Signed Myself Up For Disaster, But I Didn’t Care. In That Moment, It Seemed That As Long As Adrian And I Were Together, There Was No Challenge Too Great For Us.

I Went To Bed Feeling Melancholy, Wishing I Could Have Poured Out All My Fears And Insecurities To My Mom. Wasn’t That What Normal Mothers And Daughters Did?