Mandy, I love you... I'm sorry." Adam said quietly and took my hand. I let him. But I kept on avoiding his eye. "Well, I do too Adam." I finally looked into his eyes but my vision blurry from the tears. "I love you so much. But I just-" I sobbed. He wiped away the tears on my cheek with his thumb. "I can't do this rig...
"Then it's not your fault." he laughed. "Yeah, you ARE stupid. You're stupid cause you're taking the blame for what is clearly not your fault, I'll tell you that." he said matter of factly. "That's mean, Adam." I pouted. "Is it? You said it first." he raised an eyebrow. "Mandy..." he looked at me with those blue and e...
"And how do I know you love me?" I asked the hazel-eyed boy. "How could one not my darling?" He grabbed my hand. "When this is all over, how do I still know?" I asked again. "Just think with your heart, not your mind. Take a look at whats underneath."
How do you recover? How do you recover when life has stripped away your sanity and taken every ounce of innocence your young soul once acquired? Darcy Rivera asks herself the same thing every day as she cowers in a corner, rocking back and forth with the wind that sweeps around her numb frame. Her life has been stripp...
“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.” - Cassandra Clare
