xv.
Stepping back, he kept his gaze to
hers, unwavering, wondering how she could possibly do this, how she could
stare him down and not waver, how her tiny, fragile little heart could
withstand this…
How had she survived this far…?
How had she not gone completely mad?
How…there were so many questions
that, no matter how much he tried, had, would go unanswered.
As long as he looked down upon his
petite goddess, though…
It didn't matter.
could you let down your hair and
be transparent for awhile
just a little while
to see if you're human after
all
"I couldn't lay a finger on you,
angel…" It was funny, for he did see her as an angel – an incredibly
strange, sometimes overwhelming one, and sometimes he imagined she'd mean
the final death of him, but…
"You…know how I feel."
honesty is a hard attribute to
find
when we all want to seem like
we got it all figured out
"Oh, I do?" Brianna was shaking
again, her dark eyes tearing up, tiny wells of glass, reflecting light,
casting rainbows upon porcelain cheeks…
She couldn't cry now.
let me be the first to say that
I don't have a clue
I don't have all the answers
ain't going to pretend like I
do
That's when his level of patience
snapped – he'd never been one to be overly patient in the first place,
but this – this was something that tortured him –
Life. Unlife. Her.
Everything.
It was all taunting him in his mind,
reminding…
If you had one, you couldn't have
the other.
If you had her, you couldn't live.
If you didn't have her, you'd die.
just trying to find my way
trying to find my way, the best
I know how
"We can't stay here." That's
when he'd decided. No matter what, he was going to have her.
Tossing the clothes that were still
on the floor into her open suitcase, he nudged the girl a little, smiling.
"You've obviously….decided that
here isn't the best place for you."
"But…that…"
"It means you've got company, darling."
I haven't memorized all of the
cute things to say
But I'm working on it
Maybe I'll master this art form
someday
"C…company?" Tilting her head
to the side, Brianna looked at him, not quite understanding for a moment,
and then – it clicked. He…
He was…going with her.
Life…was never going to be the same.
She'd never be alone.
She'd have to be afraid, at times.
It wouldn't be the same…
But then again – nothing had been.
"Where're we gonna go?"
"Wherever you want, Brianna."
"Are you scared?" She looked
at him for a long moment, those impossibly bright, teary eyes staring up
at him, unblinking…childlike…
"A lover fears all that he believes, Brianna…and…" He snickered, "Some dead guy said that."
If I quote all the lines off the
top of my head
Would you believe
That I fully understand all these
things I've read
"Some dead guy, huh? Well,
what's that gonna get us…?"
"We'll figure it out…somehow. I'm
thinkin' New York."
well, I haven't got it all figured
out quite yet
but even if it takes my
whole life to get to where I need to be
if I should fall to the
bottom of the end I'll be one step back to you