I shrug, flashing a smile, "I'm not weird," I chuckle, "Atleast I don't think so..."
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Rayah
I wipe my eyes and sniffle a little before standing, "Can we go home now? I had some magazines delivered and I want to see them. See how much 'drama' they put in it today--" I suddenly hear a voice in my head.
Meet me by the lake. A dark voice says. We have unfinished buisness.
I look at Jace, swallowing, "Did you hear that?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
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