I look around at all the candles and, though romantic, can't help but think of them as ironic. Fire. A vampire's worst nightmare. And we chose to light the cabin with it...
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 nod and swallow, my wound healing. I sigh, "S'not so bad. S'not like the house is gonna burn down. We just have to stay away from them. S'still romantic."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good... then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness. — Leo Tolstoy