He Thought There Was No Hope For

You Kill Me, Rose," He Said Melodramatically. "every Day Is Agony Without You. Empty. Alone. I Pine For You, Wondering If You're Even Still Alive.

I Know I’m Not Supposed To Say This, But I Love You.

Sydney: I Can Do A Lot Of Things, Adrian. And—at The Risk Of Sounding Egotistical —i Mean, Well, I Can Do A Lot Of Pretty Awesome Things That Most People Can’t." Adrian: “don’t I Know It. You Can Change A Tire In Ten Minutes While Speaking Greek.” Sydney: “five Minutes.

But All I Could See Was Her. No Skill Of Mine, No Artist Anywhere, Could’ve Immortalized How Gorgeous She Was. It Was Impossible To Believe She’d Ever Had Any Doubts About Her Body. The Firelight Shone On Her Skin, Golden And Perfect, Making Her Look Like Some Radiant Goddess Of Legend. I Wanted To Kneel Before Her And Offer Eternal Obedience.

Sage, Aren't You Guys Supposed To Have Uniforms? This Looks Like What You Usually Wear.