In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, and… “I love you,” he said into the spray of the shower. “I… love you.” As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line.

And Vishous. . . V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room. -Phury's thoughts

Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.

You are the sweetest thug I've ever known.

Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.

Have I mentioned you are the hottest geek I've ever known ?