I Wish There Had Been Someone There

I Think Ian Likes You Too Much

You Don't Get A Lot Of Suicidal Vampires.

Yes, Heaven Forbid I Not Be Protected From Tanks.

Love Is Irrational, I Reminded Myself. The More You Loved Someone, The Less Sense Anything Made.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.