He sat across from me now, chin on his hands, brooding into the fire. Part of me wanted to walk up to him and hug him from behind, and part of me wanted to hurl a snowball at his perfect face to get some kind of reaction.I opted for a less suicidal route. Hey, I said, poking at the flames with a stick, making them cough sparks. Earth to Ash. What are you thinking about?
Julie Kagawa