Why can't I sleep? What is causing me to feel so…so…paranoid? I knew the exact answer to that question, but I chose to ignore it but sadly my subconscious kept on brining it up to the surface again and again. Jasper Hale. Was it the face, the pale, beautiful skin? Or those piercing honey colored eyes? For whatever reason I couldn't stop thinking about him as much as I didn't want to. Something in my head told me he was dangerous, that I should stay way. Far away. But my heart told that part of my brain to shut up, but sadly it wouldn't comply.
Why do we always fall for the bad guys?