And He Was My Friend. Not That

Jared Glared Balefully At The Old Man, His Eyes Full Of The Shock And Pain Of The Betrayed. I Had Only Human Comparisons For Such A Look. Caesar And Brutus, Jesus And Judas.

The Morning Brought With It, If Not A Brighter Outlook, At Least A Measure Of Control, Some Acceptance. Instinctively, I Knew That The New Tear In My Heart Would Always Ache. That Was Just Going To Be A Part Of Me Now.

Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

There’s Something… Strange About The Way You Two Are Together. The Way He Watches You — It’s So… Protective. Like He’s About To Throw Himself In Front Of A Bullet To Save You Or Something.

Bella?" A Different Voice Called From The Distance. No! Please Let Me Be Imagining That Horribly Familiar Voice.