It's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury."

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Sorrow, The Color’s White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown, And Red To Call Enchantment Down.

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

Being Sixteen Forever Sounded Good Until You Really Thought About It. Then It Didn't Seem Like Such A Great Prospect.

Come Back To Me, Tessa. Henry Said That Perhaps, Since You Had Touched The Soul Of An Angel, That You Dream Of Heaven Now, Of Fields Of Angels And Flowers Of Fire. Perhaps You Are Happy In Those Dreams. But I Ask This Out Of Pure Selfishness. Come Back To Me. For I Cannot Bear To Lose All My Heart.

Every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad Ones.