Jeez. Looks like midnight is my writing hour. How inconvenient but writerly. More freeverse, but Sarah-centric. This is me trying to convince myself not to hate her. Ermph.

EDIT: OHYES. This is my tenth FF. EVER. DOUBLE DIGITS Y'ALL. *booty dance of awesomeness*

Disclaimer: I am not Pittacus Lore. I am mostdefinitelyhuman, to my ever-loving chagrin.


if


she loves him

she knows she does

she loves him

she does

...

if she loves him

it shouldn't matter that everyone

thinks he's a

wantedfugitive

a terrorist

that he blew up the school

and godknowswhatelse

because she loves him

and that's all that should matter

...

if she loves him,

it shouldn't bother her

that everyone whispers about her

behind their hands

that skank,

slut,

whore

I bet she knew he was a terrorist

but was so busy giving him a blow job

that she didn't care he was blowing up

buildings

because she loves him

and that's all that she should care about

...

if she loves him

it shouldn't make a difference

that she has no friends

that her parents don't trust her

and that nobody makes

eyecontact

with her anymore

because she loves him

and his eyes are the only that should matter

...

if she loves him

there should be no

ifs

no shoulds

no doubt or worry

but there is

and if she loved him

there wouldn't be.