He's An Angel. Isn't He

Seth Told Us Good Night And Left. I Watched Him Go Wistfully. “anyone Else Here Feel Like Swooning?

I Had An Accident." "that Seemes To Happen A Lot." "it Wasn't My Fault." "it Never Is." "i Just Have Bad Luck." "or You're Just Trouble." "you Got A Problem With That?" "no Problem At All." "oh My God! Are You Going To Help Or Not?

Since...since When?" I Finally Managed To Ask. "since...forever." His Tone Implied The Answer Was Obvious.

Carter Leaned Toward Me And Brushed The Hair Away From The Side Of My Face. "don't Look Down Then," He Whispered.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?