Without Emotion, What's The Point Of Being

It Is Pointless To Believe What You See, If You Only See What You Believe.

So, Tell Me,” He Whispers. “how Fast Did You Climb Those Fourteen Stories?” Thomas Makes A Disapproving Sound In His Throat, But I Break Into A Grin. Storm’s Past. Metias Loves Me Again. “six Minutes,” I Whisper Back To My Brother. “and Forty-four Seconds. How Do You Like That?” “that Must Be Some Sort Of Record. Not That, You Know, You’re Supposed To Do It.

I Don't Know If Anyone's Ever Told You This", He Begins. He Doesn't Blush, And His Eyes Don't Dart Away. Instead I Find Myself Starring Into A Pair Of Oceans - One Perfect, The Other Blemished By That Tiny Ripple. "you're Very Attractive." I've Been Complimented On My Appearance Before. But Never In His Tone Of Voice. Of All The Things He's Said, I Don't Know Why This Catches Me Off Guard. But It Startles Me So Much That Without Thinking I Blurt Out, "i Could Say The Same About You." I Pause. "in Case You Didn't Know." A Slow Grin Spreads Across His Face. "oh, Trust Me. I Know.

Now You'll Get To See How I Can Really Run A Building, Darlin. Not Even A Cracked Knee To Hold Me Back, Yeah? What A Nice Birthday Present.

Then I Realize From The Hollow Sound Of Her Gun's Click That Her Gun Isn't Loaded. Apparently She Just Wants To Slap Me Around With It.