I sigh and glance around, seeing the guy still behind the bush. "UH yeah you know we can see you right?" I ask, flashing a smile while twining my hand with Gray's.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
