He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets

You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-" "Yes?" "Taller." "I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me." "And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.

Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

How would you feel about sharing your bed?" she asked. Tristan blinked. "Excuse me?" "He'd love to!" Gary said. Tristan shot him a look, "Good," said Ivy, failing to notice Gary's wink. "Ella can be a pillow hog, but all you have to do is roll over her.

He had told her he would love her forever, but he could not stay with her. From that time on, she couldn't see his glow or hear his voice in her head. Could he still hear her? Was he even aware of her existence?