Kingsley Did The Same, Except He Also

Time Did Not Mean Anything To Those Who Had Too Much Of It, But It Was Even More Precious Once It Was Limited.

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.

I Know You. I Know This Isn't You. And Even If It Is, I Still Love You. As Much As I Always Have. You Will Always Be Mine. I Will Always Love You, I Promised You That When You Left, And It's True Now.

When Their Lips Met, And Their Tongues Touched, It Was Like They Were Kissing In A Hundred Different Places, And Her Senses Were Flooded With New Sensations And Old Memoires. He Kissed Her, And Their Souls Melted Into Each Other In A Melody Older Than Time.

This Is Not Some Silly Game...this Is Life And Death Angels And Demons.