“To sore make bad energy, make innocent cry, Aisyx no spread pain plague.”

“For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!”

“We must have been very very bad in our last lives, cos karma's busy making macramé with us.”

“An innocent smile skates closer with her movement, walking fingers up my stomach to halt over my heart, “Mate, you.” She nods, as if declaring this is easy and absolute.”

“I die a little more, still in silence, paralysed by you, in fear, in pain.”

“Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.”

“He should always wear jeans because they make him look hotter than a nebula. Black suits him too. It hugs to his muscular vales and swells, turning temptation into sexy man therapy.”