He Almosted Smiled. "there You Go Again.

I Felt A Strange Fluttering Sensation In My Chest. Butterflies, Cardiac Arrest . . . It Was Hard To Say What Exactly.

Having Your Own, Um, Cave At Eighteen Is Pretty Cool.

Love Is . . .” An Old Memory With Adrian Came Back To Me, And Some Of The Turbulent Emotion I Always Carried Within Me These Days Welled Up In My Chest. It Was Stupid, Feeling So Lovesick When He’d Been Gone Less Than A Day, But I Couldn’t Get Him Or The Ways He Described Love Out Of My Head. “. . . A Flame In The Dark. A Breath Of Warmth On A Winter’s Night. A Star That Guides You Home.

As I’d Observed, It Was Clear That Rose Was Willing To Do Anything And Fight Anyone To Protect Her Friend. I Admired That—i Admired That A Lot—but It Didn’t Stop Me From Striking Out To Block Her.

You Forgot Another Lesson: Never Turn Your Back Until You Know Your Enemy Is Dead. Looks Like We’ll Have To Go Over The Lesson Again The Next Time I See You—which Will Be Soon. Love, D.