When you're in hell, there's nothing left to fear.
Jeri Smith-ReadyI wish I could believe in Druids' otherworld, where other people go when they die here, where they can live another life."
"And then come back to this world when they die there, over and over again. It does sound comforting"
"Except for one thing" Zachary's finger wound in my hair. "This is the only life I ever want.
I miss you, Logan." I touched my fingers to my lips, then to the forehead of the Keeley Brothers skull. "I miss you so much."
Missing Logan was an emptiness, an ache so dull and deep, it was a permanent part of me. I would never truly get over his death, but someday I would find peace.
Missing Zachary, on the other hand, was a searing knife in the gut. I burned to save him from the horrible fates I imagined, and the need to be in his arms again set my skin ablaze.
One boy was gone forever. The other was gone now.
We were linked, for the endless now that felt every bit like forever.
Jeri Smith-ReadyEven the second time around, the lyrics and melody reached through my ears, bypassed my brain, and went straight to my heart, where they wriggled around, causing a hundred different pains.
Jeri Smith-ReadyBut in the depth of Zachary's weary, determined eyes, I saw more than a desperate longing. I saw a future.
Jeri Smith-ReadyHe knelt and slowly ran his hand down my arm, his lids heavy and his lips parted. “Aura . . . where can I touch you?”
“Anywhere.”
His hand left my arm and drifted to the rise of my hip bone. “And where can I kiss you?”
I took a deep breath, long past ready for the future. “Everywhere.
Zachary leaned in, and I thought he was going to kiss me.
Instead he pressed his cheek to mine and held it there. It felt more intimate than a kiss.
Stichwörter: love
You want me to flash you" I said
He nodded vigorously, like I'd asked if he wanted fries with that.
"And then you'll pass on?"
"That's all I want. So, yeah."
I could almost believe that a fourteen-year-old boy could find deep spiritual peace from a pair of boobs.
Stichwörter: humour
black belt, and she’d earned the mother of all vendettas by leaving his bed without so much as a note. They’d been friends for almost ten years, since college, a world that lay just a few
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