So Far I’m Not Seeing A Lot

He Has No Right To Threaten My Boyfriends. I'm Eighteen. An Adult. I Don't Need His Help. I Can Threaten My Boyfriends Myself.

His Eyes, I’d Long Since Discovered, Could Be As Eloquent And Expressive As His Pen. The Messages They Sent Me Now Hardly Seemed Decent For A Public Setting.

Don't Fight Them Anymore.i'm Going To Go With Them." "no. I Won't Let Them Take You." "you Have To," I Begged. He Was Breathing Hard, Every Part Of Him Braced And Ready To Attack. We Locked Gazes, And A Thousand Messages Seemed To Flow Between Us As The Old Electricity Crackled In The Air.

A Strange, Warm Feeling Swirled In My Chest, And For A Brief Moment, When I Looked At Him, I Saw...safety

I Will Always Love You." "no You Won't. You'll Move On. So Will I.