|Reviews for In Denial, A Collection of Drabbles|
| findingparis 8/7/07 . chapter 1
"In times we cross paths, my heart skip a beat for, in my mind, I can feel your heat radiate to my cold, lifeless body. I want to think you wanted me near; I want to think the narrow path was meant for us to share – but would you still look at me, without an odd expression, if you’ll ever know these?"
- the best part for me.