I Think It’s More Like A Shirt

I Saw Endless Depths Of Brown, The Depths I'd Fallen Into So Many Times. No Red Rings. Dimitri...was Not A Strigoi. And He Was Weeping.

Sage," He Said. "what Are You Wearing?" I Sighed And Stared Down At The Dress. "i Know. It's Red. Don't Start. I'm Tired Of Hearing About It." "funny," He Said. "i Don't Think I Could Ever Get Tired Of Looking At It.

You Can Live A Lifetime In Two Years.

Okay,' I Said Quietly. 'i'll Do Whatever You Say. Just Remember Not To Talk Down To Me. I'm Not Your Student Anymore. I'm Your Equal Now.' He Glanced Away From The Side Of The Road Just Long Enough To Give Me A Surprised Look. 'you've Always Been My Equal, Roza.

It'd Be Nice To Have Someone Who Understood Some Of The Things That Went On In My Head.