If you want me . . . you’ve got me.

Love you more," I said playfully. "Not a chance," Xavier said, fully awake now. "I'm bigger, I can contain more love." "I'm smaller, therefore my love particles are more compressed, which means I can fit more in.

I kept interrupting the movie by asking a lot of questions that Xavier managed to answer with endless patience. "How old do you think Bell is supposed to be?" "I don't know, probably our age." "I think the beast is sweet, don't you?" "Do I have to answer that?" "Why does the crockery talk?" "Because they're really the prince's servants that the beggar woman put a spell on." Xavier frowned suddenly and looked mortified. "I can't believe I know that.

Envy is a deadly sin!

The righteous ones are always exhausting to have around.

What about this?" I held up a battered copy of Beauty and the Beast. "It sounds romantic." Xavier wrinkled his nose. "Disney... I don't think so." "Why not?" "Because if anyone found out, I'd never live it down." "I won't tell if you don't," I pleaded, and Xavier shook his head in defeat. "The things I do for you," He said with an exaggerated sigh.

I prayed for all his dreams to come true. I prayed that I would always be able to connect with him--even if I was no longer on earth.