If We Had Happy Endings, We’d All

I Stared Into Jared's Eyes, And The Strangest Thing Happened. All The Melting And Melding I Had Just Been Through Was Shoved Aside, Into The Smallest Part Of My Body, The Little Corner That I Took Up Physically. The Rest Of Me Yearned Toward Jared With The Same Desperate, Half-crazed Hunger I'd Felt Since The First Time I'd Seen Him Here. This Body Barely Belonged To Me Or To Melanie-it Belonged To Him.

Look, Just Stop Trying To Annihilate Yourself, Okay? Because If I Think You Can Do It, I'll Make Doc Pull Me Out Today. Or I'll Tell Jared. Just Imagine What He Would Do. I Imagined It For Her, Smiling A Little Through My Tears. Remeber? He Said No Guarantees About What He Would Or Wouldn't Do To Keep You Here. I Though Of Those Buring Kisses In The Hall...thought Of Other Kisses And Other Nights In Her Memory. My Face Warmed As I Blushed. You Fight Dirty. You Bet I Do.

You Look Tired." "yeah," I Agreed, And Shrugged. "near-death Experiences Do That To Me . . .

If You Turned The Fabric Of Our Lives Over, I Imagined The Design On The Backside Would Be Woven In The Bleak Grays Of Doubt And Fear.

I Thought You Were Supposed To Be Pretending I Don’t Exist, Not Irritating Me To Death.