Hold her for me. Hold her tight. Don't let her be lonely. Don't let her hurt. Please.

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

And you've got a boy right there who looks at you like he would drink your bathwater if you'd ask him!

Okay, so you want your other nipple pierced," she said pulling up a chair and getting her supplies ready. "She wants my other nipple pierced," he replied winking at.

She wasn't mine. She hadn't been mine for a long time. She shouldn't be here and I shouldn't have asked. So instead of reassuring her, I kept leaning agains the tree looking like the devil and hoping she turned and ran. ~ The Vincent Boys

We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change.

He wasn't what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.