No One Had To Tell Me Anything.

Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.

Happiness Expanded Like An Explosion Inside Me – So Extreme, So Violent That I Wasn’t Sure I’d Survive It.

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

No One Dressed By Me Ever Looks Like An Idiot.

Her Name Is Wanda, Not It. You Will Not Touch Her. Any Mark You Leave On Her, I Will Double On Your Worthless Hide.