For One Half Second, I Wondered What

Sometimes The Best Hiding Place Is The One That's In Plain Sight.

She Wasn't Speaking To Me - In The Juvenile, Petty Sense Of The Phrase.

Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

It's The Strange World.' 'the Strangest.

Twilight, Again. Another Ending. No Matter How Perfect The Day Is, It Always Has To End.