<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: brush script mt;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">Gods and Goddesses thriving for love</span></span></span></span></div><br/><br/><br/>Celest narrowed her eyes at him and burst out laughing. "Oh dear, just my luck to get one of the crazy ones in my house." She said and gripped the knife tightly. She watched him closely. "You aren't afraid of the police either." She whispered under her breath. She gasped when he turned into a whirlwind and was suddenly in front of her, holding her wrist. She pulled at her wrist and looked him in the eyes. "What? I didn't write that." She said and grabbed her book. She frowned when she discovered that it was what she wrote instead of what she intended. "Umm..apparently I did write it without knowing I did. I had a much different poem in mind, trust me." She said and pulled at her wrist again. She frowned and growled at him. "I didn't say that you did whoever you are." She said starred him in the eyes. "Well according to the poem I am looking for someone who can love me and won't abandon me. I am searching for love according to that writing, but I am doing no such thing. In fact I am completely against love. Love only leads to pain and suffering, especially abandonment." She snapped. When he whirl winded back, she simply fainted from trying to process the overload that he was actually not of this world.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: brush script mt;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">Gods and Goddesses thriving for love</span></span></span></span></div>