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.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

It’s a moment I’ll remember forever, because it belongs to me.

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

That'd be walking into dangerous territory," he says, getting up from the sofa. "Luke is not a morning person.