It's Not My Fault So Much As

Worry About Staying Alive First. Then Worry About How You're Going To Live.

Ian’s The Black Sheep.” “i Thought I Was The Black Sheep,” Said Seth, Sounding Almost Hurt. “no. You’re The Unfocused Artistic One. I’m The Responsible One. Ian’s The Wild, Hedonistic One.” “what’s Hedonistic?” Asked Kendall. Her Father Considered. “it Means You Run Up A Lot Of Credit Card Bills You Can’t Pay, Change Jobs A Lot, And Have A Lot Of…lady Friends.

You Will Lose What You Value Most... It Hadn't Been Me That Rhonda Was Talking About. It Hadn't Even Been Dimitri's Life. What You Value Most. It Had Been His Soul.

Our Gazes Locked, So Much Passing Between Us. In Those Moments, I Wasn't In A Tent With Him, On The Run From Those Who Regarded Us As Villains. There Was No Murderer To Catch, No Strigoi Trauma To Overcome. There Was Just Him And Me And The Feelings That Had Burned Between Us For So Long.

I Went To Bed Feeling Melancholy, Wishing I Could Have Poured Out All My Fears And Insecurities To My Mom. Wasn’t That What Normal Mothers And Daughters Did?