All We Can Go On Is What

Sydney! Stop. Think Of Something Else. Conjugate Latin Verbs. Recite The Periodic Table.

Maybe Everyone Else Thinks Your Aversion To Food Is Cute- But Not Me. I've Watched You Watch Jill. Here's Some Tough Love: You Will Never, Ever Have Her Body. Ever. It's Impossible. She's Moroi. You're Human. That's Biology. You Have A Great One, One That Most Humans Would Kill For- And You'd Look Even Better If You Put On A Little Weight. Five Pounds Would Be A Good Start. Hide The Ribs. Get A Bigger Bra Size

What Have I Done?" I Whispered. Jill Put Her Arm Around Me, But It Was Dimitri Who Spoke. "what You Had To.

I Figured I Could Read More Than Five Pages Tonight Since I'd Been Deprived For The Last Couple Of Days. When I Finished The Fifteenth, I Discovered I Was Three Pages From The Next Chapter. Might As Well End With A Clean Break. After I Was Done, I Sighed And Leaned Back, Feeling Decadent And Spent. Pure Bliss. Books Were A Lot Less Messy Than Orgasms.

I Spent The Rest Of The Day Doing Little More Than That. I Skipped Dinner. I Shed A Few Tears. But Mostly, I Just Sat On My Bed Thinking And Growing More And More Depressed. I Also Discovered The Only Thing Worse Than Imagining Dimitri And Tasha Together Was Remembering When He And I Had Been Together. He Would Never Touch Me Again Like That, Never Kiss Me Again.