I bolt around the room, turning over furniture looking for him. Someone my age or older appears int he bathroom doorway and I jab my hand out, sending them back with a gust of light before tackling them, "Where's my--"
J-Jae?
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 touch Jace's hair before retreating and pulling him into a hug, not wanting him to cry. Looking back at the two girls, I take a deep breath, "Please tell me one of you can explain things..."
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 set Jace's face against my shoulder and close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Please let this be a dream. I'm not ready for him to be this old. I'm not ready to be anything but what I was...
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
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god -- the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! — William Shakespeare