She didn't understand that. How can anyone be afraid of love?How can they not? His face was completely aghast. When you love someone... truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it's crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough... but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?
Don’t think that this conversation is over.” Kat eyed the two of us.“I’ll make sure no hellion harms a hair on her head until we get the full story.” Nikki smiled.“I am never stealing fruit for the two of you ever again.” I begrudgingly replied.“Oh I really doubt that it was stolen.” Nikki beamed. “You’re just as bad as Barakiel.” “I guess he’s been bound to rub off on me some, but I am way prettier.” She spoke as I moved past her towards the door, yanking it open.
Do you understand any of this? he said, pointing to the lines and symbols that covered the massive screens.Some people understand the value of an education.Hale stretched and crossed his legs, the settled his arm around Kat's shoulders.That's sweet, Kat. Maybe later I'll buy you a university. And an ice cream.I'd settle for the ice cream.Deal.
You know you're smarter than all of them, right? Hale said flatly.In fact, if you wanted to PROVE it...He glanced at the blackjack tables.Simon shook his head. I don't count cards, Hale.Don't? Hale smiled. Or won't? You know, technically, it's not illegal.But it's frowned upon.Sweat beaded at Simon's brow. He sounded like someone had just suggested he swim after eating... run with scissors... It is SERIOUSLY frowned upon.
When writing, I uncage KAT: Keep Adding Tension. Even if I don't know where the story's going, petting the KAT keeps it purring.
This is Karma. I'm a bitch. Can you think of anyone who deserves a bitch slap?My phone buzzes again.If so meet at Judy Blue Eyes, 2am. If not, sit back and enjoy the show.