Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

Because When I Thought Of Him, Of His Voice, His Hypnotic Eyes, The Magnetic Force Of His Personality, I Wanted Nothing More Than To Be With Him Right Now.

If We Could Bottle Your Luck, We'd Have A Weapon Of Mass Destruction On Our Hands.

I Watched Her, Waiting. She Smiled. Her Lips Curved Up And The Edges, And Her Chocolate Eyes Warmed. I’d Just Admitted To Stalking Her, And She Was Smiling.

Are You Referring To The Fact That You Can't Walk Across A Flat, Stable Surface Without Finding Something To Trip Over?

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed. The Words Ran Through My Head, Lacking The Perfect Clarity Of My Hallucination Last Night. They Were Just Words, Soundless, Like Print On A Page. Just Words, But They Ripped The Hole Wide Open, And I Stomped On The Brake, Knowing I Should Not Drive While This Incapacitated. I Curled Over, Pressing My Face Against The Steering Wheel And Trying To Breathe Without Lungs.