We Take What What We Can Get.

His Warmth Was All Around Me, As Was His Love, And Again, I Felt That Completeness. I Had That Missing Piece Of My Word Back. The Soul That Complemented Mine. My Match. My Equal. Not Only That, I Had My Life Back -my Own Life. I Would Protect Lissa, I Would Serve, But I Was Finally My Own Person.

How Do You Say Goodbye To Someone Who Isn't Exactly Gone.

And After A While...i Mean How Do You Choose? Who Gets To Live? Part Of Life Is That...well, Some People Have To Die.

Everything Iʹd Been Taught About Eluding Someone Came Rushing Back To My Head. What I Wanted To Do More Than Anything Was Look Around And See If I Had A Follower, But That Would Have Definitely Attracted Attention.

My Muse Is An Ungrateful Harlot Who’s Abandoned Me To Actually Come Up With My Own Plots.