"What are you doing here?" Clark choked. He hadn't seen Trask since the day his parents died, but he would never forget his face. Not then, and certainly not after tonight.
Breaking my heart, Diane.
The collapse wreaked devastation on Clark's tortured eardrums. Some of the screaming stopped, but he was far from grateful.
I've already told you before...but this part just gets me...a knife right through the heart.
Sara (who *almost* feels sorry for those of you reading my story as well as Diane's...we seem to be having an angst fight and it's only getting worse for you readers
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