Because, your agony will always be mine. I will take your anger, your hate, your malice, just as I always have. If death is my gift… love is yours.“That is why it hurts; that is why it hurts me.” Fingers curled, digging into his scalp. And she did not know if she did it because of what she accepted from him, soaking it into her being, or because it all ached.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~ 