I want you. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn’t truly see anything. Couldn’t feel anything.

Together, we'd take crazy to a whole new level. ~Tod

Sabine gestured to him with the half-eaten crust. "I like him. Not sure why he's wasting his time with the pole dancer, though." Tod laughed out loud and I groaned. "Sophie takes ballet and jazz. She's not a pole dancer." "There's more money in pole dancing," Sabine insisted.

Sorry, but the whole walking corpse epiphany kind of threw me off my game.

You two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.

It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?

Because the alternative sucks!