What Is She To Me? Except A

But On A Clear, Sunny Day? How Would She Know To Flee When She Couldn't See Any Place For Danger To Hide?

Do You Truly Believe That You Care More For Me Than I Do For You?" He Murmured, Leaning Closer To Me As He Spoke, His Dark Golden Eyes Piercing. I Tried To Remember How To Exhale. I Had To Look Away Before It Came Back To Me. "you're Doing It Again," I Muttered. His Eyes Opened Wide With Surprise. "what?" "dazzling Me," I Admitted, Trying To Concentrate As I Looked Back At Him. "oh." He Frowned. "it's Not Your Fault," I Sighed. "you Can't Help It.

I Watched His Fingers Clench And Unclench, And I Wondered If He Was Dreaming That They Were Wrapped Around My Neck.

Ian Paused And Leaned Closer To Me So That I Couldn't Seem To See Anything Around His Face, Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

She Sees Things — Things That Might Happen, Things That Are Coming. But It’s Very Subjective. The Future Isn’t Set In Stone. Things Change.