Are you coming down with something?" Mom asks. And just for the tiniest of seconds, I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth. That school is nothing like I imagined it would be. That I'm not the girl in the catalog at all. I'm not a Happy College Student. I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

It was selfish what I asked her to do, even if it wound up being the most unselfish thing I've ever done.

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

Love can make you immortal

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

A thousand suns rise from my chest.