Jace pries his eyes open and watches as she tries to help him, her face ashen. "Ray...Ray, I want you to do what you want." He whispers, swallowing and closing his eyes for a second. "I-I don't want you to do anything for me anymore."
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 frown and wipe the black from my face, my bottom lip bleeding and my shin beaten. I take the rest of the glass out of my arm and sigh, looking at Jace. "It'll be okay." I said wrapping my arms around him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
She forces as much power out of her as possible and I look at my stomach, gashes all around. They pain slowly comes to me, having a bad feeling something could've happened.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero