Staring at my outstretched pinky questioningly his perfect lips twitched into a smile. Pinky promise?

Jace and I had been like that, two towers, soaring through the sky side by side, looking and feeling indestructible while we were together.

There had been a computer he had also built himself on the farthest corner of the room, but he had sold that a couple of months ago to buy me a necklace. I wore it then, it was two silver hearts linked as one. That’s what he and I were, we we’re one.

Grief, regret, pain, and of course anger. Another loss. And when you compare this one loss to the hundreds and maybe thousands that occur people stop thinking they matter. It does matter though. Every loss matters.

It is said that love does not last, that it is just a momentary spell cast upon your soul by some higher power, or a small trick of the mind. If this were all true, there would be no story to tell.

[The lyrics to] You Give Love a Bad Name ... An angel's smile is what you sell/ You promise me heaven, then put me through hell/ Chains of love got a hold on me/ When passion's a prison, you can't break free...Shot through the heart/ And you're to blame/ You give love a bad name...