...I want it to be as easy as breathing for you to say yes.
Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?
I curled closer to May, comforted by her warmth.
I only wish I knew that you'd actually want to be with me when that time is over.
You ask for such simple things, I can't deny you.
America Singer, you get back here." He ran in front of me, wrapping an arm around my waist as we stood, chest to chest. "Tell me," he whispered. I pinched my lips together. "Fine, then I shall have to rely on other means of communication." Without any warning, he kissed me.