Jace follows like a lost puppy, sitting close to his wife once she's set down. I regret taking him in, remembering how degrading it is to the mind. Even if it's just temporary.
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 watch Rayah, seeing how she's not worried and get a little nervous. "Jace, Was she complaining? Did something look wrong?" I ask, checking her pulse again.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
'Tis the season to shovel enormous amounts of watermelon into your mouth while hunched over the cutting board like a dehydrated vampire that hasn't fed on blood in four hundred years and the only viable substitute is this questionable Christmas-colored fruit. — Ari11