Your hold on me is permanent and unbreakable. Never doubt that

It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.

I just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.

I belong wherever I want to be.

Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.

His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me.” “You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head. “It was nice to hear, just the same.” I hid my face against his shoulder. “I love you,” I whispered. “You are my life now,” he answered simply. There was nothing more to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.