One more sign of how perfect Damen is—he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.
Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.
Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?
She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.
Life is not meant to be an open-book test.
You and I are meant to be. It's the only thing I'm absolutely sure of. And while I have no idea what to expect, I promise I'll do whatever it takes to find my way back.