I chose to lose so I could gain and with loss comes pain. I laughed; if my mug and finger nails were painted black instead of pink, I'd definitely be able to read this at a Goth coffee shop. Writing would have to take a backseat; the stuff that was coming out on paper just...
He whispered. What? What does he mean? Where else could I go? She thought, but he was gone before she could ask him any of the questions running through her mind. Chapter 12 Amanda sat on the ground wrapped tightly in Cole’s thick cloak. The temperature was d...