Someone Has To Spread The Good News

You Know I Love You Right?” “i Know,” He Breathed, His Arm Tightening Automatically Around My Waist. “you Know How Much I Wish It Was Enough.

I'd Been Broken Beyond Repair.

By The Way, I Love You.” “that’s Why We're Here.

When I Was 8, I Was Reading 'gone With The Wind' And 'pride And Prejudice' And All That, Not Knowing It Wasn't My Reading Level.

I'd Loved In So Many Bodies, But Never One I Loved Like This. Never One That I Craved In This Way. Of Course, This Would Be The One I'd Have To Give Up. The Irony Made Me Laugh, And I Concentrated On The Feel Of The Air That Popped In Little Bubbles From My Chest And Up Through My Throat. Laughter Was Like A Fresh Breeze - It Cleaned Its Way Through The Body, Making Everything Feel Good. Did Other Species Have Such A Simple Healer? I Couldn't Remember One.