Call Me Crazy For Asking This, But,

What’s Wrong?” Asked Seth, Seeing My Frown. “that New Drummer. Alec. He Hit On Me Earlier, And Now He’s Moving In On Casey. I Think He’s One Of Those Guys Who Thinks Plying Girls With Liquor Is The Only Way To Get Laid.” “wait. I Thought I Was The Only Guy Who Knew That Secret.

I'm Not Worthy Of That," I Said. I Might Be Human Now, But I Understand How Powerful A Heavenly Creature Carter Was. "i Don't Deserve That Much Regard." He Reached Out And Tipped My Chin Up. "you Do, Georgina. And If You Don't Believe Me Now, Then Strive To Be. Live You Life. Be Kind. Love Those You Know. Love Those You Don't Know. Be Worthy Of Your Soul." A Tear Escaped, Rolling Down My Cheek And Probably Messing Up My Mortal Mascara. "thank You, Carter. Thank You For Everything.

You Said You Were A Victim. That's Why...that's Why Ultimately, You And I Aren't Matched For Each Other. In Spite Of Everything That's Happened, I've Never Though Of Myself That Way. Being A Victim Means You're Powerless. That You Won't Take Action. Always...always I've Done Something To Fight For Myself...for Others. No Matter What.

He Was Almost Naked Too, But I Hadn't Quite Gotten To His Boxers Yet. (they Were Silk Because, Honestly What Else Would Adrian Wear?)

I Took A Deep Breath. "are You Free Tonight?" There Was A Long, Pregnant Pause. "what About The Man In The Dream?" He Finally Asked. "there Is No Man In The Dream.