Oh yes, we're going to brawl, baby. Over you. Again.

Cam stepped into the clearing. His eyes were rimmed with a thick, shimmering gold shadow, and it shone on his face in the moonlight, making him look like a wildcat.

Love is Fallen.... Like *FALLEN* ANGELS.

Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia.

I know nothing. I know no one. I’m lonely. Every time I see you, you’ve put up some new wall, and you never let me in.

And that's when I realised that a mans' ego was like fruit; easily bruised.

There is no darkness as dark as a great light corrupted.