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What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge? This love was tricky; it had no hard-and-fast rules — it might be given for free, as with Jamie, or earned through time and hard work, as with Ian, or completely and heartbreakingly unattainable, as with Jared. Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the things you do with it. You are beautiful.
"Du er det edleste, reneste vesenet jeg noensinne har møtt. Universet blir et mørkere sted uten deg," hvisket han. Dette var hans avskjedsord, hans gravskrift, og jeg var glad for at jeg fikk lov til å høre dem.
Jared kastet seg fram, vekk fra meg. Med et høyt klask smalt knyttneven hans inn i ansiktet til Kyle. Øynene til Kyle rullet, og munnen ble helt slapp. Det var helt stille i rommet i noen sekunder. "Eh," sa Doc forsiktig, "sånn rent medisinsk tror jeg kanskje ikke det var den beste behandlingsformen." "Men jeg føler meg mye bedre," svarte Jared mutt.