Fun-run" indeed,what a misnomer. That'd be like saying "calm gremlin" or "pleasant hag." Or 'entertaining history textbook.

It’s really over, isn’t it?” He laughed and pulled me into his lap. “That’s the beauty of it all. Nothing’s over. It’s just a new start.

Lend's dad, two werewolves, and a vampire. It was like the setup to a bad joke or something. A doctor, two werewolves, and a vampire walk into a bar. "What'll you have?" the bartender asks. "We were thinking him," the vampire answers, eyeing the doctor. Okay, jokes weren't my strong point.

I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.

I’d been fighting for this relationship since the day I first saw his water eyes.

Planning is not my friend. Impulse is.

Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?