[ Three words that slip between her rib cage like an impossibly sharp knife. A wound delivered so fast and so deadly she never knew it was coming. She's staring down at it now, a dam for her blood holding her together.
Should it be that surprising that was his response? Conditional. Everything anyone has ever wanted has been conditional. That was the whole point of this exchange wasn't it? It's like she's run her thumb along the edge of the blade and is surprised she's bleeding now. No one will know you like I do, no one will want you like I do, the shadows seem to croon and taunt across her dark bedroom walls. ]
You'll think I'm horrible. Or crazy. Or both. Probably both.
I'm not very good at being a saint. I'm not even good at pretending to be one.
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Should it be that surprising that was his response? Conditional. Everything anyone has ever wanted has been conditional. That was the whole point of this exchange wasn't it? It's like she's run her thumb along the edge of the blade and is surprised she's bleeding now. No one will know you like I do, no one will want you like I do, the shadows seem to croon and taunt across her dark bedroom walls. ]
You'll think I'm horrible. Or crazy. Or both.
Probably both.
I'm not very good at being a saint.
I'm not even good at pretending to be one.
I went to him.