Crossed

<p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Tell me something real. I threw back at him because I'm tired of talking about me.</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He stopped breathing for a moment and tucked his nose into my temple; he inhaled slowly before sitting up straighter. I sometimes think fate is more of a reality than faith even though I was taught faith was fate my whole life. Like when you connect with someone and you can just feel how right it is. A sort of invisible string that's buried deep in their body connecting your souls together and your life lines suddenly come together to share a path you can choose to walk on together if you accept that fate and stray off your own path. </em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I turned to look at him as his voice dropped an octave and changed the charge in the air around us.</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Are we dancing again? I asked.</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>That depends Clary. Do you feel this thing between us the way I do? He leaned forward as he pointed a finger from my heart to his own his eyes hooded. Because if you don't feel this thing between us I think it's best to let the flame die.</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Clarissa Monroe knows a few things for sure: When summer is over she's moving across the country with her best friend Anna she's going to be a librarian she doesn't know who she is yet and she can't get that first kiss with Bryant Crossman out of her head.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Bryant Crossman can't grab a firm enough hold on his life. Weighed down by the expectations of his father he's being thrust forward on a path that isn't his own. Until he makes a bold move and kisses Clarissa Monroe at a party. When he sees her again he finally decides to step onto a path of his own choosing one that will allow Clary to walk with him. But how far can they walk before their paths no longer cross? </strong></p><p></p>