What Is It With You

The Truth, Huh? No One Wants To Hear The Truth. The Truth Is Never Sexy. But You... You Are Too Goddamned Sexy To Be Real. -christian To Lissa

Love Is . . .” An Old Memory With Adrian Came Back To Me, And Some Of The Turbulent Emotion I Always Carried Within Me These Days Welled Up In My Chest. It Was Stupid, Feeling So Lovesick When He’d Been Gone Less Than A Day, But I Couldn’t Get Him Or The Ways He Described Love Out Of My Head. “. . . A Flame In The Dark. A Breath Of Warmth On A Winter’s Night. A Star That Guides You Home.

Abe Shook His Head, And Now The Smile Was Gone Altogether. "that's Not The Reason Either. Don't Lie To Me Little Girl." I Felt My Hackles Going Up. "and Don't Interrogate Me, Old Man.

I’m Not A Violent Person, Sydney. Not At All. I’ll Make Love Over War Any Day. But I Swear, If They’d Hurt You—” “they Didn’t,” I Said Firmly. I Refused To Let Him Know How Scared I’d Been Because I Was Afraid He Might Go After Them. “i’m Fine. You Came To The Rescue.” A Smile Played At His Lips. “something Tells Me You Would’ve Rescued Yourself.” And Like That, The Smile Vanished. “but Spirit Would’ve Been A Lot More Effective Than A Branch.” “your Treejitsu Was Very Effective.

It Doesn't Matter. Take Eddie's Blood. Take Belikov's Blood. Take Your Own For All I Care. But If She Doesn't Want To Give Hers, Then That's All There Is To It. She Said No. This Conversation Is Done.