I finally stop crying. I knew this was going to happen. I hate having to run from things. But I couldn't stand there and let them kill me. I light up my hand. I have a golden firework show in my hand. Why couldn't he take my gift back? Did he know this would happen? Did he want to see me get killed? I don't know.
Love makes everything better
"Men are like fine wine. They all start out like grapes and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with."
She smiles and laughs louder than ever :)
"If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present." -Lao Tzu