When You Live For The

Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

Look After My Heart - I've Left It With You.

It's Something About The Inevitability. How Nothing Can Keep Them Apart--not Her Selfishness, Or His Evil, Or Even Death, In The End...their Love Is Their Only Redeeming Quality.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

No Mistakes, I'd Promised Myself That I Would Make No Mistakes, No Matter How Minimal They Seemed. If I Held Her Hand, I Would Only Want More - Another Insignificant Touch, Another Move Closer To Her. I Could Feel That. A New Kind Of Desire Was Growing In Me, Working To Override My Self-control. No Mistakes.