That Maybe You Should Make

Will You Be?” I Asked, Suddenly Anxious. “will You Really Be Here?” “as Long As You Want Me,” He Assured Me. “i'll Always Want You,” I Warned Him. “forever.

Do You Think I’ll Ever Get Better At This? That My Heart Might Someday Stop Trying To Jump Out Of My Chest Whenever You Touch Me?

Yes Rosalie, We All Know How Proficient Of An Assassin You Are.

Could I Betray My Absent Heart To Save My Pathetic Life?

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.