They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.
Youre crowding me. I need room…. What i needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again i was proving i couldnt be trusted in patchs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet i wasnt.
I couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
You possess other people’s…Bodies.” he accepted that statement with a nod. “do you want to possess my body?” “i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.
I need an endorphin boost. And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one? No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and im more than happy to test the theory.
When it comes to reflexes, i’m like a cat. I’m catwoman. I’m invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don’t like water. It impairs us. It’s our kryptonite.
