I Hope,” He Replies Softly, “to Get

He Has Tears In His Eyes Now. The Sight Is More Than I Can Bear. He Takes Two Steps Away From Me And Then Turns Back Like A Caged Animal. “do You Even Love Me?” He Suddenly Asks. He Grips Both Of My Shoulders. “i’ve Said It To You Before, And I Still Mean It. But I’ve Never Heard It From You.

He Loves You, Really He Does. He'd Love You Even If It Destroyed Him. He Matches You.

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was A Teenager, Around 14 Years Old.

Day Just Smiles At Me, An Expression So Sad That It Breaks Through My Numbness, And I Begin To Cry. Those Bright Blue Eyes. Before Me Is The Boy Who Has Bandaged My Wounds On The Streets Of Lake, Who Has Guarded His Family With Every Bone In His Body, Who Has Stayed By My Side In Spite Of Everything, The Boy Of Light And Laughter And Life, Of Grief And Fury And Passion, The Boy Whose Fate Is Intertwined With Mine, Forever And Always. "i Love You," He Whispers. "can You Stay Awhile?

The Boy Who Walks In The Light.