Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.
Every relationship is different. Everyone loves differently.
I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?
Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.
Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.
I lifted the lid and found a piece of bread and some water—and a rat that quickly darted off the tray. Talk about adding insult to injury.