I smile, stepping next to Roman as we stare at Letha, laughing with a boy. *It physically pains me to watch you do this to yourself." "What?" He asks, never looking away and I sigh. "You know what. She'll never loved you the way you want her to. Don't start decking every girl that comes up to you in hopes that she'll come running into your arms one day. Naive." "What do you know about love?" He grumbles. I smile. "Nothing at all."