And So, Surpassing My Own Records For

Who... Who Are You?' I Asked At Last. It Was True. I Had Left A Body In The Park, But Seriously, What Was I Supposed To Do? Drag Him Back To My Hotel And Tell My Bellhop My Friend Had Had Too Much To Drink?

Weirdly, An Image Of Adrian’s Love Painting Came Back To Me. I Thought Of The Jagged Red Streak, Slashing Through The Blackness, Ripping It Apart. Staring At Jill And Her Inconsolable Pain, I Suddenly Understood His Art A Little Bit Better.

Life’s Like That. As We Grow And Change, Some Things We’ve Experience Before Take On New Meaning. It’ll Happen For The Rest Of Your Life.

Honor, I Thought. For Real: The Guardians Should Have Taught It. Because I Hadn't Learned It.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?