I wake a while later. I slip out of his arms and sit up. I look at my back and see a white tsrip going down my back. I smile, not caring. I look to Chance and smile. I rub his back and kiss the back of his neck.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind
