romance

So if I was to choose? Then I choose complicated,_ I said, with a nod of finality. I met his eyes again in a silent challenge.__ choose you.

If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people's pity.

I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before the fire.' His request surprised me, but I did as he asked. With eyes closed, I projected the exact details of the painting I had poured my soul into. Just as I had experienced his love of surfing in a visceral way, he shared not just the visual beauty of my work, but the love and passion with which I had dedicated myself to it. 'Thank you. Now, it will never truly be gone.' I choked back a sob and went to Mr. K's office.

Help me, Mikey, she wanted to say. I__ afraid. More afraid than you__ ever believe._ And he__ take her hand and they__ fly across the rooftops and up into space and sit on some planet and watch a double sunrise or maybe a star being born or some other event that no human had ever seen, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her. And she__ tell him everything.

I__ sorry, my lady,_ said Geric, rubbing his arm. __ut I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.

Painfully, the tips of his fingers grazed over her neck, torturing her soul. She didn't move as his hand stroked the length of her nape, feeling the slight warmth of her aura make him lightly tingle with a frenzied anticipation. Her blood burned for him, feeling her veins bubble hot as he continued to linger his seductions along the rims of her body. He listened attentively as the beating of her heart increased tri-fold, the quickening pulse thump beneath his horny fingertips.

I knew it all along," he murmured in my ear."What did you know?"His cool breath blew in my ear as he exhaled. "You are my redemption." --Caleb Raines; Redemption

My mouth dropped open, because even if it wasn't my best friend, I knew the guy who was presently rubbing the short stubble on his chin. The only new thing about him was the little scar on his left eyebrow. It was Gabriel Green, known to me as Gabe the douche bag. Great!

If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)

A thick, intense fog was rolling in from the ocean, which created long, strange shadows to form like creatures of their own kind.

I__ beginning to feel as though we__e in some kind of cocoon, I__ just afraid as to what we are going to emerge as. Will I fly away or will he destroy me.

You__e not going to disappear,_ I said. __ won__ let you_.__ven if this is all there is? Going to school and working at my uncle__ restaurant and fighting with Mari? Why would anyone want to remember this?___ want to remember you. Just like this.__he rolled onto her back, hands covering her face, and I pulled them away.__eople like you don__ disappear,_ I said.__hen where do they go?___verywhere.

Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for you kingdom's cause, as I walk from nothing to eternity.

Psychological and emotional wellness is an ongoing process for everyone.

There are simply some laws we must transgress, no matter the penalty.

I didn__ want to see it. I didn__ think he__ ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn__.

What__ your name?_ I ask again. __hris,_ he says. __hris Young._ I exhale dramatically, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. __ can take you,_ I reply. __ut if you try anything, I__l shoot you right between the eyes. Seriously._ He almost smiles. __es, ma__m.

Reputations seldom deliver on promises of happiness.