A/N ok this is my last short story
Disclaimer: I don't own the Marissa killing show. I wish I was over it but I'm not.
A/N all these short stories pop in my head.
I need him. Why? I don't know. I can't figure it out at all. But I know I need Seth Cohen. I need him like the blood in my veins. I need him like the breath in my lungs. I love him. I don't know why. But I do. I love him like I love Princess Sparkles. I love him like I love Coop. I love him with all my heart. No. It's not my heart anymore because he took it. At the time he took it I didn't want him to have it. Now I am glad that he has it. I need him. I love him. Don't ask me why. It doesn't matter why all that matters is he's mine. He's my Cohen.
