Setting Out Around Midnight, I Couldn't Help

Sage,” Adrian Declared. “these Hands Don’t Do Manual Labor.

A Gun. I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought.

You Kill Me, Rose," He Said Melodramatically. "every Day Is Agony Without You. Empty. Alone. I Pine For You, Wondering If You're Even Still Alive.

I'm Telling You, I Wanted To. But I Was Trapped. You Of All People Should Know What It's Like Being Caught Between Groups

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?