She Just Keeps Saying "he’s Gone.

It's Just That, I Know How You're Unhappy A Lot. And, Maybe It Doesn't Help Anything, But I Wanted You To Know That I'm Always Here. I Won't Ever Let You Down―i Promise That You Can Always Count On Me. Wow, That Does Sound Corny. But You Know That, Right? That I Would Never, Ever Hurt You?" "yeah Jake. I Know That. And I Already Do Count On You, Probably More Than You Know.

We Made It,' He Shouted. 'not Bad For A Prison Break, Eh?' 'good Thinking Jake.

You’re Not Asleep, And You’re Not Dead. I’m Here, And I Love You. I Have Always Loved You, And I Will Always Love You. I Was Thinking Of You, Seeing Your Face In My Mind, Every Second That I Was Away. When I Told You That I Didn’t Want You, It Was The Very Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy.

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.

Your Scent Is Like A Drug To Me Like My Own Personal Brand Of Heroin.