Evie-you-GAH!" Lend shouted, and I looked up at him, surprised.
I could have melted ice, my smile was so bright.
Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes.
I am the ocean we lived on for two months. I am empty. I am nothing.
Planning is not my friend. Impulse is.
You know, they say when someone keeps making excuses to say your name it means they like you.