V had a passing thought that she used the word anyway like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she'd just shared to make room for more.
V rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing.For a while.Afraid of what I'd say?Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or...
You want to poof it or ride back with me?
Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.
V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin.Take off your coat.Excuse me?Take it off.No.I want it off.Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightes...
You will not live through this if she does not
You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.
What are the rules, The cop said.There are none. Vishous spread his stance and braced himself.Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.
When he nodded, the physician disappeared into thin air, and then a moment later, Payne felt a warm palm encompass hers. It was Vishous's un-gloved hand against her own and the connection between them...
I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers?Or wool in my teeth.
All right, big guy, down you go.Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good.And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.
As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me...I'm going to, Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his g...
Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.
But then, gifts are like beauty, arethey not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.
Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question thoughVishous: -WhatButch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle yo...
Carving?Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait. Jane whistled under her breath. Do I get to do it? He barked a laugh. No! Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.
Don't make me flip you offWhy would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?Because my finger's getting sore.
Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.
He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best...
Hey V said into the darkness.HeyV went forward, rounding the foot of the bed, using the wall to navigate. Lowering his ass onto the mattress, he sat beside his best friend.
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