This Same Earth

Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.

She sniffed again. "If I become a vampire, will I stop crying every time I get pissed off? Because that would be definite mark in the plus column." Carwyn chuckled. "I've no idea, but your tears would be kind of pink. Very...cute." "Great," she swiped at her cheeks that were dusted with salty frost. "So I'd look stupid and I'd stain my clothes.

Don’t you realize how I adore you? … But I couldn’t steal the life of a girl when I wanted a woman’s love. I wanted you to have a choice, not an infatuation.

I am sure of the fire that runs through me. I am sure of the earth I stand on. And I am sure of you.

I will earn the woman's love, if I have lost the girl's.

I’m back, Beatrice. I’m back for you, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re not a girl anymore, so run home for now but know that I’ll see you again tomorrow. And I’m not leaving you again.

And I suggest we get there before nightfall, ‘cause that’s when the monsters come out.” “Monsters?” … “Yeah, monsters. And my boyfriend? He’s the scariest one.

She cried for the guilt of not being able to love Mano the way he deserved. She cried for the lies she had told him and herself for so many years. And she cried because she already missed him.

But sometimes, minding your own business isn’t the right thing to do. Sometimes, you need to confront the evil in the world. I tried to ignore that for too long and people got hurt.

All men are by nature equal, made of the same earth by one workman; and however we deceive ourselves, as dear unto God is the poor peasant as the mighty prince. —Plato

Don’t you realize how I adore you?” he whispered against her mouth. “But I couldn’t steal the life of a girl when I wanted a woman’s love. I wanted you to have a choice, not an infatuation.

We live on the same Earth, Beatrice. The world has not changed, only your perception of it.