Hey Rose, Welcome Back. You Still Breaking

If Your Eyes Weren't Open, You Wouldn't Know The Difference Between Dreaming And Waking.

Hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It’s Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.” “that’s True,” I Said. “maybe I Can Put A Sign Out Front That Says, ‘attention All Girls: Free Help Here.’” “‘attention All Hot Girls,’” He Corrected, Straightening Up. “right,” I Said, Trying Not To Roll My Eyes. “that’s An Important Distinction.” He Pointed At Me With The Pool Stick. “speaking Of Hot, I Like That Uniform.” This Time, I Did Roll My Eyes.

Do You Believe In Fairy Tales?" "what...what Kind Of Fairy Tales?" "the Kind You Aren't Supposed To Waste Your Life On.

I Decided Then That If The Two People I Loved Most Were Safe, I Could Leave This World. The Dead Could Finally Have Me. And Iʹd Fulfilled My Purpose, Right? To Protect? Iʹd Done It. Iʹd Saved Lissa, Just Like Iʹd Sworn Iʹd Always Do. I Was Dying In Battle. No Appointment Books For Me.

I Unfolded The Note, And It Took Me A Few Seconds To Decipher Adrian’s Writing. If He Did Write Me A Dating Proposal, I Really Hoped He Would Type It.