The More Things Change, The More They

I Haven't Paid For Anything Since I Became Famous.

He Knew What It Was Like To Love One Who Did Not--or Could Not--love You Back. But He'd Had No Choice. None Of Them Did.

Black Is The Color Of Night. White Is The True Color Of Death

He Kissed Her, And Their Souls Melted Into Each Other In A Melody Older Than Time.

He Was Standing Across The Street, Staring At Her With A Look Of Shock And Dismay. One Look In Oliver's Eyes And She Knew He Knew. But How? How Could He Have Known? The'd Been So Careful To Keep Their Love A Secret. The Grief Etched All Over His Face Was Too Much To Bear. Schuyler Felt The Words Catch In Her Throat As She Crossed The Stree To Stand In Front Of Him. "ollie...it's Not..." Oliver Shot Her A Look Of Pure Hatred, Turned On His Heel And Began To Run Away. "oliver, Please,let Me Explain.