If Loneliness Was A Choice, What Was

To Be Honest," I Halfwhispered, "i Don't Feel As Safe With Him As I Do With You." "i Know." A Ghost Of A Smile Touched My Lips. "how Do You Know?" "think About What Safety Is, Ella." "trust?" "yes, Partly. But Also An Absence Of Risk." He Unstuck A Strand Of Hair From My Damp Cheek And Tucked It Back. "maybe You Need To Take A Risk. Maybe You Need To Be With Someone Who Rattles You A Little.

Our Gazes Met. It Seemed An Entire Conversation Took Place In That One Glance. Each Of Us Saw What We Needed To Know.

She Was Everything He'd Ever Wanted, Beauty And Fire Arching Against His Despoiling Hands.

The Sight Of A Sullen Teenager Is Common No Matter Where You Go. Teenagers Want Things So Powerfully And Can Never Seen To Get Them, And To Add Insult To Injury, People Make Light Of Your Feelings Because You Are A Teenager. They Say Time Will Mend A Broken Heart And They're Often Right. But Not Where My Feelings For Hardy Were Concerned.

Haven, Don't Ask Me To Define The Boundaries Of Normal. You Know How I Was Raised. My Father Once Struck Strands Of His Own Pubic Hair Onto A Painting And Sold It For A Million Dollars.