She wanted to leave. I loved her too much to make her stay.

Magic. It was magic, and the magic is called love.

Trust me?" I held my breath for her answer. She had every reason not to trust me. I'd been her kidnapper, her captor, yet I'd rather have died than hurt a single hair on her head.

So I said, "I'll miss you. You are the truest friend I've ever had."I could see that my words were a knife in his gut. Yet, it seemed kinder than the alternative, for him to know I love him, but that I'm leaving anyway.

Money sure does fix things, doesn't it? Except for things that can't be fixed.Like broken hearts.

I try not to. I mean, you shouldn't miss people who don't miss you, right?

I glances at Sloane, who was having a joyous reunion with fifty close friends she hadn`t seen since yesterday.