I Held You In My Hands, Wanderer,

I Wanted Him Like I Wanted Air To Breathe. Not A Choice- A Necessity.

Tonight The Sky Was Utterly Black. Perhaps There Was No Moon Tonight—a Lunar Eclipse, A New Moon. A New Moon. I Shivered, Though I Wasn't Cold.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

But If You Ever Bring Her Back Damaged Again - And I Don't Care Whose Fault It Is; I Don't Care If She Merely Trips, Or If A Meteor Falls Out Of The Sky And Hits Her In The Head - If You Return Her To Me In Less Than The Perfect Condition That I Left Her In, You Will Be Running With Three Legs. Do You Understand That, Mongrel?

I'll Be Back So Soon You Won't Have Time To Miss Me. Look After My Heart I've Left It With You