I sit on the couch and set the movie on pause, not wanting her to miss any of it. I steal one of her chocolates while she's gone and smirk to myself, wondering if she'd notice.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When the girl comes out of the coma in the movie I start crying, hating how she doesn't remember the guy. I wipe my eyes and take a deep breath. "She doesn't remember him..." I whisper to Jace.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!