The Kind Of Kiss That Said, I

I Tried To Be A Better Person For Her– But It Was To Impress Her, To Get Her To Want Me. But When I’m Around You, I Want To Be Better Because… Well, Because It Feels Right. Because I Want To. You Make Me Want To Become Something Greater Than Myself. I Want To Excel. You Inspire Me In Every Act, Every Word, Every Glance. I Look At You, And You’re Like… Like Light Made Into Flesh. […] You Have No Clue How Beautiful You Are Or How Brightly You Shine.

A Gun I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought. I’d Spent My Life Focusing On Hand To Hand Combat, Learning To Dodge Fangs And Powerful Hands That Could Snap My Neck. A Gun? It Was So… Well, Easy. Should I Be Insulted? I Didn’t Know. Did It Matter? I Didn’t Know That Either. All I Knew In That Moment Was That I Was Going To Die, Regardless.

The Guardians Wouldn't Abandon The Last Dragomir. And I Wouldn't Have Abandoned Lissa Even If There Were A Million Dragomirs.

I Looked Him In The Eye, "i Will Always Love You." Then Plunged The Stake Into His Chest. It Wasn't As Precise A Blow As I Would Have Liked, Not With The Skilled Way He Was Dodging. I Struggled To Get The Stake In Deep Enough To His Heart, Unsure If I Could Do It From This Angle. Then, His Struggles Stopped. His Eyes Stared At Me, Stunned, And His Lips Parted, Almost Into A Smile, Albeit A Grisly And Pained One. "that's What I Was Supposed To Say..." He Gasped Out.

I've Given Up On You...love Fades. Mine Has.