Stop Bitching And Try Again.

Jailbait," He Declared, Leaping Up. "you're A Saint. A Goddess, Even.

ʺyour Hair Was Beautiful Too. All Of You. You Were Amazing When We First Met, And Somehow, Inexplicably, Youʹve Come Even Farther. Youʹve Always Been Pure, Raw Energy, And Now You Control It. Youʹre The Most Amazing Woman Iʹve Ever Met, And Iʹm Glad To Have Had That Love For You In My Life. I Regret Losing It.ʺ He Grew Pensive. ʺi Would Give Anything—anything—in The World To Go Back And Change History. To Run Into Your Arms After Lissa Brought Me Back. To Have A Life With You. Itʹs Too Late, Of Course, But Iʹve Accepted It.ʺ

The Three Cards Were The Moon, The Empress, And The Ace Of Cups. Ambrose Leaned Over My Shoulder To Peer At The Cards. "ooh,' He Said. "very Interesting." Rhonda Glanced Up At Him. "hush. You Don't Know What You're Talking About.

I Unfolded The Note, And It Took Me A Few Seconds To Decipher Adrian’s Writing. If He Did Write Me A Dating Proposal, I Really Hoped He Would Type It.

We Studied Our Angels For A Few Moments More, Looking At Where We Had Lain Side By Side In That Sweet, Quiet Moment. I Wished What I’d Said Was True, That We Had Truly Left Our Mark On The Mountain. But I Knew That After The Next Snowfall, Our Angels Would Disappear Into The Whiteness And Be Nothing More Than A Memory.