Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

How am I supposed to move forward in life when everything important to me is motionless?

One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?" "Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun.

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.

And I don't want you to be anywhere but here

I've never felt like this before, with anyone. It's against the rules of surviving.

You're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble." "Why?" "Because of her right there. Do you know what Daisy would do if you ever cheated on her." "Move on to the next guy that told her she has nice tits." "Okay, you're probably right on that one.