People Get Too Caught Up In What

I’d Said It Before And Meant It: Alive Or Undead, The Love Of My Life Was A Badass.

He Tilted His Head To The Side, Still Watching Me In That Same, Disconcerting Way. “some Things Are True, Drunk Or Sober. You Should Know That. You Deal In Facts All The Time.” “yeah, But This Isn’t—” I Couldn’t Argue With Him Looking At Me Like That. “i Have To Go. Wait… You Didn’t Take The Cross.” I Held It Out To Him. He Shook His Head. “keep It. I Think I’ve Got Something Else To Help Center My Life.

I Felt A Strange Fluttering Sensation In My Chest. Butterflies, Cardiac Arrest . . . It Was Hard To Say What Exactly.

Look, Sage. I Don't Know Much About Chemistry Or Computer Hacking Or Photosynthery, But This Is Something I've Got A Lot Of Experience With." I Think He Mean Photosynthesis, But I Didn't Correct Him. "use My Knowledge. Don't Let It Go To Waste.

Really, It's My Fault. It Was There. A Hundred Times There. How Often Did I See It? I Knew. It Kept Happening. Over And Over, You'd Say You Were Through With Him...and Over And Over, I'd Believe It...no Matter What My Eyes Showed Me. No Matter What My Heart Told Me. My. Fault.