I swallow and crawl to her, setting a hand on her shoulder.
"I couldn't think of anything else then. My mind was wrapped around the fact that you did what you did. I was too hurt to hear anything other than my own cries," I try to explain.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When I get downstairs I open the door and Alex is standing there, smiling wide. "Hey, Babe, You ready?" He asks, gesturing out. I swallow and he sees Jace. "Who's that?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind