I rest her face in my neck and raise my heartbeat a little, waiting to see if she'll react to my scent. When she doesn't, I set a hand over her heart and reluctantly shock her as a last resort.
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 I'm just about to say something, my parents flashing before us, "I came to ask--" My moms eyes land on Halee and her voice stutters, "What...What happened to her?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!