Linkin Park- Points of Authority
The elixir is made out of something dark. I pricked my finger and let the single drop of blood drip into the mix, the black liquid instantly cleared up turning clear. I've been staring it at for a couple of hours now. What do I tell him? What will he think about it? Will he feel like I'm stealing something from him? I don't want to lose him. Not like that. I need him to stop being so protective of me. I need to do things my way. Not their way. This should be more than enough. Either he takes it or he doesn't, but this should create what I think it will.
"Baby?" I looked over at the doorway of our room to see Aspen standing there.
"Hey," I motioned him to come sit at my writing desk with me. He sat down on the office chair spinning himself a
