Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.
What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?
Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.
How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.
That earns him a smack with my book bag. "Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty." He adds, "I like my broken.
There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.