Words are so very difficult to take back and forget. Memories fade with time, but words never do. They linger in our minds, our hearts, haunting us.
It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.
His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you.
Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could roll over and kiss you and run his fingers along the breasts that tease him beneath the shirt-the shirt he knows he will carry home with him and smell and, God help him, sleep in, just so that he could be close to you?
Why?" She asked in a confused whisper. "Out of all the women in the world, why did you choose this mortal?"
"Because fate drove me to you.
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