Thank You For Loving Me Enough To

Jack Force Was More Than She Had Ever Dared Wish For, And He Was Better Than A Dream Or A Fantasy Because He Was Real. He Was Far From Perfect, Moody And Distant At Times, And Burdened With Sharp Temper And An Impulsiveness That Was Part Of His Dark Nature. But She Felt More Love For Him Than She Thought Possible. He Wasn't Perfect, But He Was Perfect For Her. (schuyler Van Alen)

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.

And Kingsley Being Kingsley, He Smiled As He Pretended To Pull The Trigger.

Schuyler Put A Gentle Hand On Abbadon's Feathered Extensions, Feeling The Majestic Power Underneath Their Silky Weight. She Had Been Frightened Once, To See Him In This Light, But Now That She Saw His Terrifying Face, She Found It Beautiful.

She Could Not Trust Herself To Hope—but Without Hope, She Realized, She Had No Reason To Go On.