Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?
Remember all fairy tales end at some point.
It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.
And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.
Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.
Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.