Stop Bitching And Try Again.

He Has No Right To Threaten My Boyfriends. I'm Eighteen. An Adult. I Don't Need His Help. I Can Threaten My Boyfriends Myself.

It Matters To Me. That's What You Don't Get. You Can't Understand. You Can't Understand What It's Like Knowing What I Did. That Whole Time Being Strigoi...it's Like A Dream Now, But It's One I Remember Clearly. There Can Be No Forgiveness For Me. And What Happened With You? I Remember That Most Of All. Everything I Did. Everything I Wanted To Do.

We Studied Our Angels For A Few Moments More, Looking At Where We Had Lain Side By Side In That Sweet, Quiet Moment. I Wished What I’d Said Was True, That We Had Truly Left Our Mark On The Mountain. But I Knew That After The Next Snowfall, Our Angels Would Disappear Into The Whiteness And Be Nothing More Than A Memory.

Is Hopper Celebrating With You?” “hopper? Why Would—” My Mouth Snapped Shut For A Few Moments. “oh. I, Uh, Kind Of Forgot About Him.

That's The Great Thing About Being A Writer. You Dream Up Amazing Questions... And Then Dream Up Even More Amazing Answers.