You Are The Most Beautiful

He Exhaled Loudly And Raked A Hand Through The Sable Brown Hair He Always Kept Stylishly Messy. "look, Rose. You Don’t Have To Keep Up With The Hard-to-get Thing. You’ve Already Got Me.

He Sighed And Then Focused His Eyes Right On Me. It Was Like Drowning, Drowning In Seas Of Green. There Was Nothing In The World Except For Those Eyes. "i Want To Kiss You, Rose," He Said Softly. "and I Want You To Want Me Too.

ʺyour Hair Was Beautiful Too. All Of You. You Were Amazing When We First Met, And Somehow, Inexplicably, Youʹve Come Even Farther. Youʹve Always Been Pure, Raw Energy, And Now You Control It. Youʹre The Most Amazing Woman Iʹve Ever Met, And Iʹm Glad To Have Had That Love For You In My Life. I Regret Losing It.ʺ He Grew Pensive. ʺi Would Give Anything—anything—in The World To Go Back And Change History. To Run Into Your Arms After Lissa Brought Me Back. To Have A Life With You. Itʹs Too Late, Of Course, But Iʹve Accepted It.ʺ

Not Much Could Have Distracted Me From Coffee, But Hearing Julius Caesar Quoted At Spencer’s Certainly Did.

Well, Well, Well," I Said. "if It Isn't The People Responsible For Unleashing Rose Hathaway On The World. You've Got A Lot To Answer For.