sing-sweet-nightingale

Be direct and sure of the path you tread, but not so sure that you pass the paths better suited to your feet, brother.

Don__ be stupider than you need to be, I remind myself. Remember Calease? The last glowing girl you talked to tried to kill you.

I didn__ think you were real for a long time,_ I confess. __ thought you were someone I__ dreamed up.___ dream worth reliving every night for ten years?_ he asks, chuckling and slowly loosening his hold.__or eternity,_ I whisper, winding my arms around his neck to keep him close.__ood._ He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. __hat is exactly how long I plan on keeping you.

Horace__ eyes get wide, and he glances between me and the house. __very time I think I got a grip on this crazy shit going on in your head, I realize I don__ know the half of it, do I?__y eyes tracing the red trim of the house, I shake my head. __ot even close.

Hudson looks at me, waiting for what I was trying to say, but no matter how many times I try, the words won__ come. My chest contracts, and panic knocks my thoughts into disarray faster than a tornado.For years, I was silent by choice. Now, choking and straining and silently screaming, I actually know what it__ like to be silenced.