I glance at her parents, astounded that they would just... Shaking my head, I stand and ask Renn to keep looking after Blithe before breaking into a run.
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 watch him run off before sitting before Halee and moving some hair from her face. Her skin still flawless and her lips still unmoving. I watch her, wishing for any sign of movement.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
It's a pity the dictionary has only one definition of beauty. In my world, there are 7.9 billion types of it- all different and still beautiful. — anne27