Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.
Jesse: " Hey Rose, welcome back. Still breaking hearts?" Rose: " Are you volunteering?
It's not my fault so much as my genius.
My life was split by two worlds, but he kept me whole.
In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.
I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom!" "Adrian?" "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home." "No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it!