Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me.

- Oliver Hazzard-Perry