Dorian Used To Watch You Like A

He Tilted His Head To The Side, Still Watching Me In That Same, Disconcerting Way. “some Things Are True, Drunk Or Sober. You Should Know That. You Deal In Facts All The Time.” “yeah, But This Isn’t—” I Couldn’t Argue With Him Looking At Me Like That. “i Have To Go. Wait… You Didn’t Take The Cross.” I Held It Out To Him. He Shook His Head. “keep It. I Think I’ve Got Something Else To Help Center My Life.

I Pulled Out Box After Box, Setting Them Haphazardly Around The Room. My Organization Lacked Something - Like, Say, Organization.

Staring Into The Mirror, I Was Surprised To See A Haunted Look In My Brown Eyes. There Was Pain There, Pain And Loss That Even The Nicest Dress And Makeup Couldn't Hide.

Couldn't Lissa Have Healed That Black Eye Away?" "its A Badge Of Honor. Makes Me Seem Manly.

He Stepped Forward And Punched Dorian In The Face, Hard Enough That I Heard A Thwack. "ow," Moaned Dorian, Wincing From The Pain. "my Greatest Asset.