My Mom Is Part Albino.

After A Few Decades, Everyone You Know Will Be Dead. Problem Solved.

I Could Really Appreciate Him Now - Could Properly See Every Beautiful Line Of His Perfect Face, Of His Long, Flawless Body With My Strong New Eyes, Every Angle And Every Plane Of Him. I Could Taste His Pure, Vivid Scent On My Tongue And Feel The Unbelievable Silkiness Of His Marble Skin Under My Sensitive Fingertips.

Hasn’t Anyone Ever Told You? Life Isn’t Fair.

Sometimes Ideas Feel Like They Were Already There, And That You're Just Discovering Them.

Don't Be Afraid," I Murmured. "we Belong Together.