"Why are you always like this? Every time I start to like someone you get so mad and over protective. You're my best friend not my brother!" "Because I... Because I." "Because I what?" Thebe sighed taking a deep breath. "Fuck it." He said before he smashed his lips onto hers.
"It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. - Frederick Douglass" To me he was that storm but do birds really sing after a storm?