What Am I Going To

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella." His Voice Was Still Gentle, Not At All Critical. "i See That You Can't Live Without Him Now. It's Too Late. But I Would Have Been Healthier For You. Not A Drug; I Would Have Been The Air, The Sun." The Corner Of My Mouth Turned Up In A Wistful Half-smile. "i Used To Think Of You That Way, You Know. Like The Sun. My Personal Sun. You Balanced Out The Clouds Nicely For Me." He Sighed. "the Clouds I Can Handle. But I Can't Fight With An Eclipse.

Why Am I Covered In Feathers

That Maybe You Should Make The Most Of What Time You Have? That You Shouldlive While You’re Alive?

If He'd Done Something To Harm Her, I Would Annihilate Him.

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.