I'd Do A Lot Of Things To

I Stopped. She Was Bleeding After All. Perfect Lines Crossed Her Wrists, Not Near Any Crucial Veins, But Enough To Leave Wet Red Tracks Across Her Skin. She Hadn;t Hit Her Veins When She Did This; Death Hadn't Been Her Goal.

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?

If You Touch Me, I Said Pleasantly, "i'll Provide You With The Ability To See If You Can Heal Yourself. Then We'd See How Bad Ass You Really Are."

Me, I Always Wanted Frost Power.” “frost Power?” “yeah.” Seth Gestured Dramatically Toward My Coffee Table. “if We’re Talking Superhero Abilities. If I Had Frost Power, I Could Wave My Hand, And Suddenly That Whole Thing Would Be Covered In Ice.” “not Frost?” “same Difference.” “how Would Frost And/or Ice Power Help You Fight Crime?” “well, I Don’t Know That It Would. But It’d Be Cool.

That’s The Last Time You’re Going To Kiss Me,” I Warned When It Ended. He Smiled Knowingly, And In His Eyes, I Could See His Own Memories Of That Night. “so You Say.