I smile at them, "Kyle found the hatch one day when we were out here and we explored a bit. Found this place too. He loves it. I try to take him often. It brings him peace."
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 look down at our hands when she slips hers in mine and flash a smile, studying her. I don't indicate how I feel about it, letting it be, and watch as Kyle smirks at us.
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
Kyle all of a sudden disappears and my face drains of color. Not here. Dammit, Ky. I look around until I spot him a few hills away. Cursing mentally, I shake my head and take a deep breath. As if sensing my disposition, he disappears again and becomes visible again at my side.
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
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate. — Sigmund Freud