There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who breathe music, and those who don't.
Somewhere, between the dreamer and certainty, Fate unfolds.
My dearest diary, I come again in darkness...
I had a dream last night...
In the aftermath of silence, I still seek your name...
...I thought I'd try to connect four Irish-related things in my house.
"I really can't believe you're doing this."
With a move she knew Renn wouldn't be expecting, she quickly reached out and yanked the envelope out of her hand.
"You're sure you're okay this this?" Renn asked, not for the first time. Gabby looked sideways at her friend. "It's a little late now, don't you think?"
Wes turned full body to stare at Gabby in disbelief. "Do I even know you?" he asked her incredulously.