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Black Is The Color Of Night. White Is The True Color Of Death

He Wasn't Perfect, But He Was Perfect For Her.

Jack Force Was More Than She Had Ever Dared Wish For, And He Was Better Than A Dream Or A Fantasy Because He Was Real. He Was Far From Perfect, Moody And Distant At Times, And Burdened With Sharp Temper And An Impulsiveness That Was Part Of His Dark Nature. But She Felt More Love For Him Than She Thought Possible. He Wasn't Perfect, But He Was Perfect For Her. (schuyler Van Alen)

He Was Standing Across The Street, Staring At Her With A Look Of Shock And Dismay. One Look In Oliver's Eyes And She Knew He Knew. But How? How Could He Have Known? The'd Been So Careful To Keep Their Love A Secret. The Grief Etched All Over His Face Was Too Much To Bear. Schuyler Felt The Words Catch In Her Throat As She Crossed The Stree To Stand In Front Of Him. "ollie...it's Not..." Oliver Shot Her A Look Of Pure Hatred, Turned On His Heel And Began To Run Away. "oliver, Please,let Me Explain.

Every Valentine's Day, The Student Council Sponsered A Holiday Fundraiser By Selling Roses That Would Be Delievered In Class. The Roses Came In Four Colors:white, Yellow, Red, Pink, And The Subtleties Of Thier Meaning Were Parsed And Analyzed By The Female Population To No End. Mimi Had Always Understood It Thus:white For Love, Yellow For Friendship, Red For Passion, And Pink For A Secret Crush.