I nod and hesitate before pulling back, walking to Nic and asking if he could get us something to drink, as it was nearly sunset already. Groaning, he quickly left--probably to avoid any further awkward conversation--and even forgot to lock the door behind 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
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
