Chapter 1. It was late when Lyle woke up. Morning still, but later than it should have been. Lyle sat up in bed, yawning, and lazily flicked on the radio, something he always did first thing in the morning. Adjusting the white noise to something more audible, he yawned again. Lyle never really was a morning person. In fact, he wasn't an afternoon person either. It was at night when Lyle really felt alive. He'd stay up all night, training, listening to music, more training... probably why he could never get up early enough.
"And that was Florence Weatherby from our local gardening club."
Lyle sighed. Local radio never was what it was cracked up to be. He went to change stations, but something stopped him.
"And in other news, a panther has been spotted in the area. Residents are warned to stay in busy, urban areas and to keep out of fields, woods, and other open, isolated places. The panther is small and black, and has been spotted in several differen
The Best.When we look at each other,
I sense the notions
that unravel throughout our correlated minds.
They're just emotions.
When we embrace
I feel a spark,
like electricity, connecting our figures.
They're just feelings.
And late at night
'Ily' laces the texts
that you send.
They're just words.
You're the best thing
that's ever happened to me,
Until the next thing comes along.