He narrowed his eyes at her, laughing nervously. "What do you mean you've killed someone?"

"I'm dead serious, babe. We need to get moving. Pack your bags."

She throws him a duffel bag, the same one they always used on vacation. He catches it, but drops it, stalking towards her.

"Are you going to elaborate? Or am I going to stand here wondering what my wife has been doing today?"

"First of all, yo...

"So, who's going to die today?"

I eye him, pinning him with a death stare. "You really shouldn't joke about this, Bryan."

"Alright, alright!", he holds his hands up, shriveling under my gaze. "You know I like this as much as you do, Cass."

Next to me, Lily picks up one of the colored beads. "Well, let's get this over with, shall we?"

After a pause in which everyone eyes each other nervously, we al...

"It's time", I whisper.

In front of me, he already started to change. I keep my gaze firmly trained onto his, as he grunts in pain. He begins straining against the silver chains I locked him in. They're just a precaution for the changing progress, as I know that tomorrow I'll have to go to the silversmith again. It's become a monthly meeting, and walking into that shop tomorrow morning, he will r...

"To love is to burn," he whispers, "To be on fire."

Burning, I defenitely am. My stomach is churning, boiling, protesting. The glass that slipped out of my hand lays on the ground. His hand is softly caressing my cheek. Once, the touch comforted me, made me feel safe. Now, the touch leaves a cold trail of shivers behind. Not of pleasure, but of fear.

He leans in, his breath hot on my neck. He cont...

"It's caring. It's being able to do everthing for them. It's wanting to do everything for them. It's affection, it's wanting to spent the rest of your days and more with them! It's truly and deeply caring. It's being there for them no matter what. Listening, to guide, it means being able to give up on your career, giving up on your life, your family. True love is supposed to be everything for you....

I watch as my sister walks down the aisle. A dozen of kids follow her wake. The man in the straight flowy dress on the altar. He has a nice hat, like Saint Nicholas. My sister is dressed in white, my cousin too. They are both smiling, they seem really happy. As they reach the altar, they kneel, and mom and dad begin to sing. When I look around me, baffled, I see everyone is singing, actually. Mom ...

"Oh, come on! Please?", he grabs my hand and pulls me back when I try to walk away. "Just this one time, I need it!"

"You need it? So you ignore me all day and when you need it, you think I'll be glad to help you?"

He pouts. "Ami, I didn't ignore you. You know I've been very busy lately, I just haven't had time for you."

I scoff. He hadn't had time for me. "Bye, Eljiah. See ya tomorrow. If you'll ...