The World Of The Dead Wonʹt Give

I Nearly Dropped The Plate I Held. "you've Asked Me Out Tons Of Times." "not Really. I've Made Inapproprite Suggestions And Frequently Pushed For Nudity. But I've Never Asked You Out On A Real Date. And, If Memory Serves, You Did Say You'd Give Me A Fair Chance Once I Let You Clean Out My Trust Fund." "i Didn't Clean It Out," I Scoffed.

None Of It Seems Real. Who Knows? Maybe It Isn’t. Maybe It’s Actually Happening To Someone Else. Maybe It’s Something I Imagined. Maybe Soon I’m Going To Wake Up And Find Everything Fixed With Lissa And Dimitri. We’ll All Be Together, And He’ll Be There To Smile And Hold Me And Tell Me Everything ‘s Going To Be Okay. Maybe All Of This Really Has Been A Dream. But I Don’t Think So.

He’d Moved Toward Me Again. His Hands Released Mine And Moved To My Waist, And I Noticed I Wasn’t The Only One Breathing Heavily. He Pulled Me To Him, Bringing Our Bodies Together. The World Was All Heat And Electricity, Thick With Tension That Was Only One Spark Away From Exploding Around Us. I Was Balancing On Another Precipice, Which Wasn’t Easy To Do In Heels. I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck, And This Time I Was The One Who Drew Him Closer.

Isn’t It Obvious, Sage? No, Of Course It Isn’t. I Did It So I’d Have A Reason To Be Around You — One I Knew You Couldn’t Refuse.

Why Not Wear A Scar Of Motherhood? Better Than A Tattoo Or A Mark Of Honor. Let The World Know What You've Achieved.