Adrian Tipped My Face Up

I Spent The Rest Of The Day Doing Little More Than That. I Skipped Dinner. I Shed A Few Tears. But Mostly, I Just Sat On My Bed Thinking And Growing More And More Depressed. I Also Discovered The Only Thing Worse Than Imagining Dimitri And Tasha Together Was Remembering When He And I Had Been Together. He Would Never Touch Me Again Like That, Never Kiss Me Again.

So,” I Said At Last, Staring At My Hands. “how’s, Uh, Your Car?” “i Left It Out On The Street. Figured It’ll Be Fine There While I’m Gone.

It Is Terrifying,” Said Adrian. “and Weird, For Lack Of A Better Word. And Part Of You Knows… Well, Part Of You Knows Something’s Not Right. That Your Thinking’s Not Right. But What Do You About That? All We Can Go On Is What We Think, How We See The World. If You Can’t Trust Your Own Mind, What Can You Trust? What Other People Tell You?

He's An Angel. Isn't He Supposed To Love Everyone, Even The Damned? Especially When Said Damned Are His Drinking Buddies.

He Shook His Head. “no. Because There's No One Else Out There Who Understands You Like I Do.” I Waited For More. “that's It? You're Not Going To Elaborate On What That Means?” Those Green Eyes Held Me. “i Don't Think I Need To.