And Happiness Is Always Louder Than Sadness.

I Was Planning On Starting A New File On My Computer With The Title "phrases That Sound One Way To Witches But Mean Something Else To Vampires.

I Know,i Can Smell It, Too.

Somewhere In The Center Of My Soul, A Rusty Chain Began To Unwind. It Freed Itself, Link By Link, From Where It Had Rested, Unobserved, Waiting For Him. My Hands, Which Had Been Balled Up And Pressed Against His Chest, Unfurled With It. The Chain Continued To Drop, To An Unfathomable Depth Where There Was Nothing But Darkness And Matthew. At Last It Snapped To Its Full Length, Anchoring Me To A Vampire. Despite The Manuscript, Despite The Fact That My Hands Contained Enough Voltage To Run A Microwave, And Despite The Photograph, As Long As I Was Connected To Him, I Was Safe.

In This Room We Understand Why This War Might Be Fought...it's About Our Common Belief That No One Has The Right To Tell Two Creatures That They Cannot Love Each Other--no Matter What Their Species.

Wordlessly I Looked Back At Him, Astonished That A Kiss On The Palm Could Be So Intimate.