Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.
Ann AguirreHis lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered
Ann AguirreFor I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.
Ann Aguirre