It was just one of those nights that had come to be a normal in Harper's house. She lay flat on her back in bed, eyes on the ceiling, her hand wrapped around Owen's as a comfortable silence fell upon the both of them. Her breathing was steady, her lips slightly parted, still a little swollen from kissing earlier. She sighed happily.

Not ready to face the world.

I think I am happier now.

At least I know who's loyal.

It didn't feel right, standing there ( Read more... )

Where's the light at the end?

Never needed to admit this before.

Poison. He thought he could poison her at her own dinner table. It was clear to him, apparently that there was no other way to get rid of her, to get rid of his guilt. It was clear that she was winning, showing the whole community her play, her mousetrap, that she wouldn't let him send her away, that she wouldn't give up ( Read more... )

Bastard cut off my funds suddenly.

[at the train station]

I think I lost them, finally.