Bold. Risky. Dramatic. I approve.

Anyway, I was the one in real danger. I got cornered by a pack of wild sorority girls in the food court. Apparently it's mating season.

I don’t want to love him—this would be so much simpler if I didn’t. But I do. He’s funny, and passionate, and strong, and he believes in me more than I even believe in myself. When he looks at me, I feel like I could take on the whole world and come out standing tall. I like myself better when I’m with him, because of how he sees me. He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, like I’m the most important thing in the world, and I don’t know how to walk away from that. I don’t know how to walk away from him.

Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but—much like golf—turns out it’s all in the swing.

...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.

I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.

Is that a joke? Please tell me you're joking. -Sophie I never joke about carnivorous bunnies. -Luca