One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

A bad boy can be very good for a girl.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.