I Think Ian Likes You Too Much

Jacob's Little Smirk Became A Full-blown Grin, And I Knew He Was Picturing Charlie Showing Up To Arrest Him. This Grin Was Too Bitter, Too Full Of Mocking To Satisfy Me. This Wasn't The Smile I'd Been Waiting To See.

It Was A Strange Combination To Absorb - The Everyday Concerns Of The Town Doctor Stuck In The Middle Of A Discussion Of His Early Days In Seventeenth-century London.

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

This Place Was Truly The Highest And The Lowest Of All Worlds - The Most Beautiful Senses, The Most Exquisite Emotions.. The Most Malevolent Desires, The Darkest Deeds. Perhaps It Was Meant To Be So. Perhaps Without The Lows, The Highs Could Not Be Reached.