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God, is it okay For me to hurt tonight Because he's with she And I'm with me?

Chapter 9 She gave the dusty, long unused room a sinister feel. Of all the places I could encounter her, Cross Academy was the one I considered least likely. How could she have slipped past Kaname, or any of the other vampires, for that matter? Then again, she would've eluded me, had I not gone exploring. I gave them way too much credit. She chuckled lightly. I remained frozen to the floor. "Did you find the freedom you sought?" Shizuka asked as if it were of great importance to her, but at the same time it didn't matter at all. I kept my mouth shut. "That's a no then?" She smiled, amused. "As I said, why would you bother to esca

It's being able to say "You can come here any time And I'll help you" As if it's a concrete promise. It's not only wanting, But needing to provide The open arms that a friend Or a stranger needs Just as desperately. It's looking, searching, seeking out Someone to extend that hand Toward. Five fingers, one palm, Connected to a flexible wrist That, continuing forward, leads to A ball-and-socket joint. Just to the left of my sternum You'll find what you're looking for, And maybe while you're at it You'll unknowingly give me just as much. You've fulfilled my need For so much more than you Will ever realize— My need t

Dear Reflection, I think so many bad things about you every day. I think your skin is imperfect and has too many blemishes. I think your body is ugly and you need to take some of it off. I think your nose is pointed up too much and that your mouth is too thin. I think your hair should be smoother. I think there are so many things you could do better. I don't know what you look like to other people. They don't say bad things about you and they don't seem to like when I do. But I don't know how to make them see that you aren't what they think. I had a lot of things to tell you, but I seem to have forgotten most of them. I could tell you how b

My head smacked the ground with a sickening thud, hitting the packed earth and ineffective padding of late autumn grass like it wanted to fuse with them. Stars exploded across the pitch darkness behind my eyelids, blotting against the midday sky when I blinked just momentarily. No, don't open them yet. Rolling onto my stomach, I lowered my head into my hands, even though I knew it looked like I was actually hurt. My head throbbed without pain as I held it gingerly. When you asked if I was okay, I said Yeah, I'm fine. In a voice much stronger than I felt as the stabbing headache finally blossomed behind my eyes. I stood too quickly, but ca