I Take A Step Toward Him And

Day Appears Again. This Time He Leans In Close Enough For His Hair To Brush, Light As Silk, Against My Cheeks. He Pulls Me Towards For A Long Kiss. The Scene Vanishes, Replaced Abruptly By A Stormy Night And Day Struggling Through The Rain, Blood Dripping From His Leg And Leaving A Trail Behind Him. He Collapses Onto His Knees In Front Of Razor Before The Whole Scene Disappears Again.

I Feel So Out Of Place Here. No Matter How Much Money The Republic Throws At Me, I Will Forever Be The Boy From The Streets.

To. I Will Trick You And Deceive You, Lie, Cheat And Steal To Find You, Tempt You Out Of Your Hiding Place, And Chase You Until You Have Nowhere Else To Run. I Make You This Promise: Your Life Is Mine

It Feels Like It's The End Of The World If You Don't Do Well On Your Sats.

My Heart Is Ripped Open, Shredded, Leaking Blood. I Can't Let Him Leave Like This. We've Been Through To Much To Turn Into Strangers.