I bolt around the room, turning over furniture looking for him. Someone my age or older appears int he bathroom doorway and I jab my hand out, sending them back with a gust of light before tackling them, "Where's my--"
J-Jae?
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
I touch Jace's hair before retreating and pulling him into a hug, not wanting him to cry. Looking back at the two girls, I take a deep breath, "Please tell me one of you can explain things..."
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
I set Jace's face against my shoulder and close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Please let this be a dream. I'm not ready for him to be this old. I'm not ready to be anything but what I was...
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
If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do. And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet. — Neil Gaiman