Character: Fallon Pierce

- Trust me, ' said Medok. - Do you love me?
I nodded, like a child who wants to taste the ice cream.
Yes.
- I mean, love so much that you would not be able to kill me if I turned into a zombie?- continued to pry it with a mischievous expression on her face.
Yes. - I laughed.

Need to whip a dead horse?

Everyone should come to this realization on their own. Life goes on, smiles will come back, time will heal some wounds and soothe those who are not able to heal.

Fallon continued careless, mocking tone:
We're still in the school found out that the abuser hurt others, because it is not confident. They do feel the pain. - She hugged her knees. - We should not get angry. We should pity them. Medok in life did not take real decisions, so he didn't have anything real. The house, cars, money. It's all an illusion. All the same what to brag about the victory in the war, which did not. - Fallon sighed, slowly whispered: - Medok has no idea who he is.

We always want what we harm. Medok was sexy. He knew about it. And knew that everyone was also aware of. However, under blond hair, boyish blue eyes, a fit body and smooth skin lurked evil. It's bad. Someday his looks will fade, and beside the one with which he will eventually connect his life, will remain just a bad person.

But mental suffering is beautiful. They bring pain, you're like a uphill climb trying to get back to common sense, becoming in the process a stronger, fiercer and more confident than before.

In the world there are few offences for which we would each other is not easy.