Theyʹre Shooting At Us,ʺ I Said Incredulously.

You…you Need To Move On,” I Managed. Yes, That Was A Sound Reason. “you Need To Find Someone Else. You Know I Don’t—that I Can’t. Well, You Know. You’re Wasting Your Time With Me.” He Remained Firm. “it’s My Time To Waste.

I Reached Into My Pocket And Triumphantly Flashed The Cr-v Keys Iʹd Swiped When Weʹd Come Back Inside. ʺthe Driver,ʺ I Said. I Didnʹt Get To Drive.

Then, His Struggles Stopped. His Eyes Stared At Me, Stunned, And His Lips Parted, Almost Into A Smile, Albeit A Grisly And Pained One. "that’s What I Was Supposed To Say..." He Gasped Out. Those Were His Last Words.

All This Time…ever Since I Sold My Soul, I’ve Been Clinging To This Idea That There Is Something Pure And Decent Out There. That There Was Something To Give Me Hope That Even If I Was A Lost Cause, At Least There Was Something Bright And Good In The World. But There Isn’t. If There Was, Seth Wouldn’t Have Fallen. Erik Wouldn’t Have Died. Andrea Mortensen Wouldn’t Be Dying.” -georgina To Carter

Takes A Lot Of Tries Before You Hit Perfection." He Paused To Reconsider That. "well, Except For My Parents. They Got It On The First Try." (adrian)