It Is Terrifying,” Said Adrian. “and Weird,

All The Best, Sydney P.s. "the Red Hurricane" Is What I Named The Car. P.p.s. Just Because I Like You, It Doesn't Mean I Still Don't Think You're An Evil Creature Of The Night. You Are.

If You'd Teach Me To Swear In Russian, I Might Have A New Appreciation For It

I Didn’t Get Her Cutting At All. She’d Done It Sporadically, Ever Since The Accident And It Scared Me Each Time. She'd Try To Explain It To Me, How She Didn't Want To Die—she Just Needed To Get It Out Somehow. She Felt So Much Emotionally, She Would Say, That A Physical Outlet—physical Pain—was The Only Way To Make The Internal Pain Go Away. It Was The Only Way She Could Control It.

Not True,” Said Adrian. “all Guys Mean The Same Thing When They Want To ‘get To Know A Girl Better.’ You’re A Wellbred Young Lady, So I Understand Why You’d Be Too Innocent To Understand. Good Thing You’ve Got Me Here To Interpret.

Isn’t It Obvious, Sage? No, Of Course It Isn’t. I Did It So I’d Have A Reason To Be Around You — One I Knew You Couldn’t Refuse.