[She sat down a few inches away from him, avoiding looking at him for long; Amanda wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to tell him what was going on or if he even deserved to be dragged into another mess of hers.] You know what I meant and yes he is.
{He noticed she was a little off -- but then again, she had seemed a little off for months now. She even looked a little sick, waker, her face was being sucked into her body and stuck to her bones. He could tell the pink of her cheeks was fading and it was scaring him to death. Sure, chances were the girl was downright psycho, but she was the girl he was in love with -- the girl he would forever be in love with.} Aha. And I’m guessing it’s a very open and full of communication relationship, given the fact you told him about our little night of fun and he took it so well he hasn’t come to shoot me, huh?











