Anyone Who Takes A Hit For Adrian

His Eyes, I’d Long Since Discovered, Could Be As Eloquent And Expressive As His Pen. The Messages They Sent Me Now Hardly Seemed Decent For A Public Setting.

She Might Be Unarmed, But Rose Hathaway Was In Possession Of Many Weapons.

Who... Who Are You?' I Asked At Last. It Was True. I Had Left A Body In The Park, But Seriously, What Was I Supposed To Do? Drag Him Back To My Hotel And Tell My Bellhop My Friend Had Had Too Much To Drink?

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.

When I Saw You Fall..." "you Thought, 'wow, She's A Loser.