You Can't Trust A Vampire, Trust Me

Hey, Do You Know What You Call A Blond With A Brain?" I Asked, And The Continued On The Same Breath, "a Golden Retriever." I've Heard That One, Too," She Said, No Longer Smiling. I'll Keep Trying." I Promised.

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I Look.

Storytelling Was The Most Honored Of All Talents, For It Benefited Everyone.

She Reminded Me Of What It Did To Her When I Left — What It Still Does To Her When I Leave. She Feels Horrible About Bringing That Up, But She’s Right. I’ll Never Be Able To Make Up For That, But I’ll Never Stop Trying Anyway.