B.A. Paris

I look around at everybody laughing and joking together and struggle to understand my life has become a living hell that nobody present could even begin to imagine

I cry even harder, thinking of how it could have been, of how I thought it would be. For the first time, I want to give up, to die, because suddenly everything is too much and there is no solution in sight.

Fear,_ he whispered. __here is nothing quite like it. I love how it looks, I love how it feels, I love how it smells. And I especially love the sound of it._ I felt his tongue on my cheek. __ even love the taste of it

Do I detect a renewal of your fighting spirit? I'm so glad. To tell the truth, I've been getting quite bored. Bring it on, Grace--I'm waiting for you.