He Anxiously Touched His Hair. "i Think

Adrian Shook His Head, Still Smiling. "i've Said Over And Over, I'd Do Anything For You. I Just Keep Hoping It'll Be Something Like, 'adrian, Let's Go Hot Tubbing' Or 'adrian, Take Me Out For Fondue.'" "well, Sometimes We Have To--did You Say Fondue?" Sometimes It Was Impossible To Follow Adrian's Train Of Thought. "why In The World Would I Ever Say That?" He Shrugged. "i Like Fondue.

After The Bitching I'd Done To Abe About Going To Remote, Crappy Places, I Should Have Been Excited About The Prospect Of Going To Sin City.

Life And Death Were So Unpredictable. So Close To Each Other. We Existed Moment To Moment, Never Knowing Who Would Be The Next To Leave The World. I Was Still In It, Barely, And As I Looked Up From The Ashes, Everything Around Me Seemed So Sweet And So Beautiful. The Trees. The Stars. The Moon. I Was Alive -- And I Was Glad I Was.

Did You See That Dress?” "i Saw The Dress.” "did You Like It?” He Didn't Answer. I Took That As A Yes. "am I Going To Endanger My Reputation If I Wear It To The Dance?” When He Spoke, I Could Barely Hear Him. "you'll Endanger The School.” I Smiled And Fell Asleep.

It Matters To Me. That's What You Don't Get. You Can't Understand. You Can't Understand What It's Like Knowing What I Did. That Whole Time Being Strigoi...it's Like A Dream Now, But It's One I Remember Clearly. There Can Be No Forgiveness For Me. And What Happened With You? I Remember That Most Of All. Everything I Did. Everything I Wanted To Do.