I Know You. I Know This Isn't

Black Is The Color Of Night. White Is The True Color Of Death

He Was Like A Shooting Star You Tried To Catch With Your Hands. She Would Only Get Burned.

Bonds Are Like Rules, They're Meant To Be Broken.

He Was Standing Across The Street, Staring At Her With A Look Of Shock And Dismay. One Look In Oliver's Eyes And She Knew He Knew. But How? How Could He Have Known? The'd Been So Careful To Keep Their Love A Secret. The Grief Etched All Over His Face Was Too Much To Bear. Schuyler Felt The Words Catch In Her Throat As She Crossed The Stree To Stand In Front Of Him. "ollie...it's Not..." Oliver Shot Her A Look Of Pure Hatred, Turned On His Heel And Began To Run Away. "oliver, Please,let Me Explain.

Schuyler Put A Gentle Hand On Abbadon's Feathered Extensions, Feeling The Majestic Power Underneath Their Silky Weight. She Had Been Frightened Once, To See Him In This Light, But Now That She Saw His Terrifying Face, She Found It Beautiful.