I shift the bag over my shoulder and sigh, wondering if she'd even waited around. I know she said she would... but I haven't talked to her in so long. I don't want to be wrong again. Taking a deep breath, I flash before her house and hesitate before knocking. I fix my hair a few times before giving up on it and just hoping things haven't changed much.
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
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind