With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .
The ocean pulsed outside our window. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below usually calmed me down, but the fear and chaos that were tangled in my mind made that an impossibility.
Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed, no matter what superficial circumstances may sometimes keep you apart, it is never broken. You will meet again, perhaps in another lifetime. The connection is unbreakable, lying dormant in your subconscious.
The kiss. Oh, the kiss. What a perfect, unnerving, luscious kiss. He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.
I don't think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it's crucial that they work together. It seems naΓ―ve to believe that the world is exactly as it seems.
He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.