There Was Something Almost Painful About That,

His Lips Brushed Against Mine. Delicately At First, Almost Testing To See If This Was Real.

No! If You Die, I Die! You Asked Me To Spend Forever With You, And I'm Going To!

This Was Good, Except That Now I Had Two Crazed, Burning Zombies Standing Between Me And The Exit, Plus Another One That Wasn’t On Fire. I Had Not Thought This Plan Through At All.

How Did You Even Know I Wasn't In My Room?" "i Checked On You." Finn Gave Me A Look Like I Was An Idiot. "i Check On You Every Morning." "you Check On Me When I'm Sleeping?" I Gaped At Him. "every Morning?" He Nodded. "i Didn't Know That." "why Would You Know That? You're Sleeping," Finn Pointed Out.

I Was Always Depressed Growing Up. There Wasnt A Reason For It, I Just Was. I Was Sad And Morose. I Cried A Lot, I Wrote A Lot, And I Read A Lot; And That Was How I Dealt With It.