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.

Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

you're the liar" - Mimi Force

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.