It Hurts Every Day, The Absence Of

Then He Crouches Down Behind It, Motions For Tess And Me To Sit Down, And Begins Unbuttoning His Vest. I Blush Scarlet And Thank Every God In The World For The Darkness Surrounding Us. “i’m Not Cold And I’m Not Bleeding,” I Say To Him. “keep Your Clothes On.” The Boy Looks At Me. I Would’ve Expected His Bright Eyes To Look Dimmer In The Night, But Instead They Seem To Reflect The Light Coming From The Windows Above Us. He’s Amused. “who Said Anything About You , Sweetheart?

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was A Teenager, Around 14 Years Old.

I Scream For Everything That Has Gone Wrong. I Scream For Everything Broken In Our Lives.

I'm Telling You That You Got Your Facts Wrong. I Didn't Kill Your Brother. But You Killed My Mother. You Might As Well Have Held The Gun To Her Head!

I Don't Know If Anyone's Ever Told You This", He Begins. He Doesn't Blush, And His Eyes Don't Dart Away. Instead I Find Myself Starring Into A Pair Of Oceans - One Perfect, The Other Blemished By That Tiny Ripple. "you're Very Attractive." I've Been Complimented On My Appearance Before. But Never In His Tone Of Voice. Of All The Things He's Said, I Don't Know Why This Catches Me Off Guard. But It Startles Me So Much That Without Thinking I Blurt Out, "i Could Say The Same About You." I Pause. "in Case You Didn't Know." A Slow Grin Spreads Across His Face. "oh, Trust Me. I Know.