Those Who Lived In Peaceful Nations Had

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

Dont Be Afraid", I Murmured. "we Belong Together." I Was Abruptly Overwhelmed By Th Truth Of My Own Words. This Moment Was So Perfect, There Was No Way To Boubt It. His Arms Wrapped Around Me, Holding Me Against Him...it Felt Like Every Nerve Ending In My Body Was A Live Wire. "forever," He Agreed.

You Don’t Have Anything Like This. For Crying Out Loud, You Only Own One Skirt!

Of Course, Then You Nearly Crushed To Death In Front Of My Eyes. Later I Thought Of A Perfectly Good Excuse For Why I Acted At That Moment - Because If I Hadn't Saved You, If Your Blood Had Been Spilled There In Front Of Me, I Don't Think I Could Have Stopped Myself From Exposing Us For What We Are. But I Only Thought Of That Excuse Later. At The Time, All I Could Think Was, 'not Her.