Susan felt Harry's warm lips press against her forehead, feeling calmer than before. Her heart beat in her chest, making her realize she really liked him. She never felt that way before, and she wondered if that was how her brother felt. She wondered if anyone felt that way. Susan put the feeling aside, spinning with Harry.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |