Indeed. That Pony Collection Isn’t Nearly Complete,”

I Don't Think Most People Take Honest Well. They Prefer The Games. They Want To Believe The Pretty Lies.

Sage,” Adrian Declared. “these Hands Don’t Do Manual Labor.

See? There It Is Again. My Flame In The Dark.

But The Humans Weren't What Made My Steps Falter As I Walked Through Grass That Had Turned Bright Green With Summer's Touch. It Was Dimitri. Always Dimitri. Dimitri, The Man I Loved. Dimitri, The Strigoi I Wanted To Save. Dimitri, The Monster I'd Most Likely Have To Kill. The Love We'd Shared Always Burned Within Me, No Matter How Often I Told Myself To Move On, No Matter How Much The World Did Think I'd Move On. He Was Always With Me, Always On My Mind, Always Making Me Question Myself.

That's What I Was Supposed To Say.