History Was Easy, But I Don't Know

...humankind's Limited Scope Of Mercy Was Reserved For Their Own.

He Wished He Hadn't Pulled Me From The Path Of Tyler's Van - There Was No Other Conclusion I Could Come To.

Being Mormon Is A Big Part Of Who I Am, And I Try Very Hard To Live The Right Way, But I Don't Know That I'm An Example. I Hate To Say, 'yes, Look At Me. I'm A Good Example Of Being Mormon.' I Want To Be The Best Person I Can Be, So In That Aspect, Maybe I'm A Good Example.

And Then... As You Were Sleeping, You Said My Name. You Spoke So Clearly, At First I Thought You'd Woken. But You Rolled Over Restlessly And Mumbled My Name Once More, And Sighed. The Feeling That Coursed Through Me Then Was Unnerving, Staggering. And I Knew I Couldn't Ignore You Any Longer.

He Shifted His Weight, Throwing His Good Leg Off The Bed As If He Were Going To Try To Stand. “what Are You Doing?” I Demanded Through The Tears. “lie Down, You Idiot, You’ll Hurt Yourself!” I Jumped To My Feet And Pushed His Good Shoulder Down With Two Hands. He Surrendered, Leaning Back With A Gasp Of Pain, But He Grabbed Me Around My Waist And Pulled Me Down On The Bed, Against His Good Side. I Curled Up There, Trying To Stifle The Silly Sobs Against His Hot Skin.