May The Best Man Win

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed. The Words Ran Through My Head, Lacking The Perfect Clarity Of My Hallucination Last Night. They Were Just Words, Soundless, Like Print On A Page. Just Words, But They Ripped The Hole Wide Open, And I Stomped On The Brake, Knowing I Should Not Drive While This Incapacitated. I Curled Over, Pressing My Face Against The Steering Wheel And Trying To Breathe Without Lungs.

Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.

You Know I Love You Right?” “i Know,” He Breathed, His Arm Tightening Automatically Around My Waist. “you Know How Much I Wish It Was Enough.

If I Were To Continue On With 'the Host,' Which Is A Possibility, There Are Characters And Stories That Could Continue... If I Went Ahead With That, It Would Be Two More... Next Would Be 'the Soul,' And Then 'the Seeker.

I Didn’t Realize I Was Crying Until It Was Time To Say The Blinding Words. ‘i Do,’ I Managed To Choke Out In A Nearly Unintelligible Whisper... When It Was His Turn To Speak, The Words Rang Clear And Victorious. ‘i Do,’ He Vowed.