We Did Not Hope For The Same

Alice Was Scrutinizing My Boring Jeans-and-a-t-shirt Outfit In A Way That Made Me Self-conscious. Probably Plotting Another Makeover. I Sighed. My Indifferent Attitude To Fashion Was A Constant Thorn In Her Side. If I'd Allow It, She'd Love To Dress Me Everyday―perhaps Several Times A Day―like Some Oversized Three-dimensional Paper Doll.

Love, Life, Meaning...over.

How Well Opposed To Grand Theft Auto Are You?

I Watched His Fingers Clench And Unclench, And I Wondered If He Was Dreaming That They Were Wrapped Around My Neck.

I Was Stronger Than Edward. I'd Made Him Say Ow.