"You're just as I remember you," He whispered, cupping her cheek. "So many god damn papercuts."

*** UNDER CONSTRUCTION *** *** READ AT OWN RISK! *** ------------------------------------------------- "What happened to your hands?" he asked, eyeing the tips of her fingers. They were bloodied and bruised. "Nothing." she replied. "They're only papercuts."

"Who are you guys exactly?" "Us?" "We were wallflowers."