Siobhan Davis

We love each other. You love me, you do._ His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it.

Answer me one thing,_ she says in a rigidly controlled voice. __o you love Logan?__erhaps I should lie, but in that moment, after what I__e just witnessed, I__ incapable of expressing anything but the truth of what__ in my heart. __ith all my heart,_ I sob.

All I can think about is how I wanted to share those firsts with Logan and how I never knew it was an impossibility because it had already been taken away from me.

Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission.

Wracking sobs rip from the innermost chamber of my heart, and I give into them, allowing them to fully take over. Pain lances me on all sides, and I bury my head in my knees, giving in to the heartache.I cry for my parents.For my lost life.For the threat that Addison poses, scaring me in ways it shouldn__.For a boy I can__ have and shouldn__ want.For the never-ending gut-wrenching hollow ache in my chest and the soul-crushing loneliness I feel.

I engage in subtle stalking. That's entirely different and perfectly socially acceptable.

He is the biggest asshole on the planet,_ Jarod says. __nd in a planet that__ currently drowning in assholes, that__ saying a lot.

I have never seen so much male hotness in one place in my entire life,_ Rach rasps. __ fucking love America.

I wouldn__ change a thing. I want you. I__l always want you.

And his kisses.God, his lips feel like they were custom made to fit perfectly against mine.He alternates between soft and sweet, hard and hungry. And I get it.Though we__e shared plenty of kisses, this one is different. It__ like discovering a lake in the middle of a desert. Or waking up on Christmas morning to a glistening blanket of show. The equivalent of winning the lottery. And though it redefines the __heese_ in cheesiness, that__ what it feels like to have Logan back in my life, back in my arms, when I thought he was lost to me forever.Being with him means more than I can express. It__ everything. He__ everything. I start and end with him.

Most of the girls I've met since moving here have failed to ignite any modicum of enduring interest. Of course, I've dated; I'm seventeen years old and as horny as the next guy.

It seems like I have lived a lifetime in just one day.

He__ a lovely guy, but there__ no spark between us whatsoever. It just goes to show, that even with all their fancy assessment tools, the government can__ legislate for chemistry.

It__ degrading being routinely subjected to a battery of medical tests to ensure I continue to deserve a place in this new world.

No offense, doll, but that__ not something I__ willing to share. I__ prefer to live a long and happy life if it__ all the same to you.___ou can__ just throw out vague allegations and then say nothing else!___ee, that__ the good thing about being a fugitive like me. I can do what the hell I like, and I__ not answerable to anyone._ Stepping away from the bars, he stands with his legs stretched out wide. His stance matches his grin.__ure looks like that__ working out well for you,_ I say, piercing him with a scornful look.

I remember how amazing it felt to be loved my him and how he was all I ever wanted.

There is so much that needs to be said and too many things that can't ever be said.

We've all changed; shaped by circumstances we've been thrust into, molded by the choices we've made.