Conversation Was Irrelevant. Only Pie Mattered.

Dimitri: "don't Look At Me Like That." Rose: "like What?" Dimitri: "you've Got This Look On Your Face That Says You Think I'm Delusional, But You're Too Nice To Say Anything.

Dimitri. I Hadn't Known He Was Here. His Eyes Were On Me Too,dark And Endless. Only I Couldn't Read What He Was Feeling. His Face Betrayed Nothing, But There Was Something In His Eyes...something Intense And Intimidating. The Image Of Him Ready To Take Down That Group Of Guardians Flashed Through My Mind,and Something Told Me That If I Asked,he Would Fight His Way To Me Through This Courtroom And Do Everything In His Power To Rescue Me From It.

You're Burned Into My Mind Forever

If I Was Drunk, I Wouldn’t Be Here At All. And Really, This Is Pretty Good For Four White Russians.” “white What?” I Almost Sat Down But Was Afraid The Chair Might Dematerialize Beneath Me. “it’s A Drink,” He Said. “you’d Think I Wouldn’t Be Into Something Named That—you Know, Considering My Own Personal Experience With Russians. But They’re Surprisingly Delicious. The Drinks, Not Real Russians.

I Tried To Be A Better Person For Her– But It Was To Impress Her, To Get Her To Want Me. But When I’m Around You, I Want To Be Better Because… Well, Because It Feels Right. Because I Want To. You Make Me Want To Become Something Greater Than Myself. I Want To Excel. You Inspire Me In Every Act, Every Word, Every Glance. I Look At You, And You’re Like… Like Light Made Into Flesh. […] You Have No Clue How Beautiful You Are Or How Brightly You Shine.