06-12-2006, 08:16 AM
Tidus still sat against the tree, but on the other side. His mottled brown clothes made him blend in with the bark a little, so he was a bit hard to see.
When Anastasia walked through, he looked up, and said, "Miss, do you know the way to the library? I have to return a book." He waved it; it was a Terry Brooks book.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?