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
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19