She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

She considered herself unconventional.