I kiss her temple and flash another smile, allowing myself to relax, "I'm sorry I didn't call. My phone broke. I-I'll show you. It's in my jacket... which isn't on me."
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
I study her before closing my eyes, my hand on her stomach, "C-can you check on Jace for me? I just want to be sure he's okay. He wasn't okay when I brought him..."
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
Unable to open my eyes, I sense someone enter my room and mess with the wires attached to my arms. They leave and leave the door open for someone else.
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
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights