Trust Me To Return To You." "i

That Morning, She Had Found An Envelope Stuffed Into Her Locker. It Was From The Mercer Hotel, And Held A Plastic Door Key For Their Suite. "see You There Tonight," Oliver Had Written. "chomp! Chomp!

He Was Like A Shooting Star You Tried To Catch With Your Hands. She Would Only Get Burned.

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

Maybe She'd Been Drinking Too Much Of The Super-sweet Mexican Coca-cola They Had Down Here. Or Maybe She Was Just Tired, Alone, And Far From Home. Because Somewhere In The Brittle, Concrete Center Of Azrael's Dark Heart, Something Was Melting.

Maybe Weakness Is A Strength Of A Kind.