You're Beautiful, Roza. So Beautiful

And You Work For That Demon, Right? The One Who Looks Like Matthew Broderick?” “john Cusack,” I Corrected. “he Looks Like John Cusack.” “whatever.

What?" I Asked Uneasily. "why Are You Looking At Me Like That?" He Shook His Head, The Smile Rueful Now. "because Sometimes, A Person Can Get So Caught Up In The Details That They Miss The Whole. It's Not Just The Dress Or The Hair. It's You. You're Beautiful. So Beautiful, It Hurts Me.

Are You Crazy?" I Asked. He Gave Me The Same Wordless Look He Always Did When I Asked That Question.

We Need To Be Together." "why?" I Asked Softly. The Word Was Carried Away On The Wind, But He Heard. "because I Want You." I Gave Him A Sad Smile, Wondering If We'd Meet Again In The Land Of The Dead. "wrong Answer," I Told Him. I Let Go

Everyone Wanted What She Couldn't Have.