The Shadows Didn't Seem As Dark As

Like We Were Connected, The Echo Of His Pain Twisted Inside Inside Me. His Pain, My Pain.

He’s Playing Every Bit As Hard As I Am, Only He Knows What He’s Doing And I Don’t. Don’t Blame Me Because He’s A Better Manipulator Than I Am — I Haven’t Been Around Long Enough To Learn All His Tricks.

But What If...what If You Sincerely Believed Something Was True, But You Were Dead Wrong? What If You Were So Stubbornly Sure That You Were Right, That You Wouldn’t Even Consider The Truth? Would The Truth Be Silenced, Or Would It Try To Break Through?

I Felt Like - Like I Don't Know What. Like This Wasn't Real. Like I Was In Some Goth Version Of A Bad Sitcom. Instead Of Being The A/v Dweeb About To Ask The Head Cheerleader To The Prom, I Was The Finished-second-place Werewolf About To Ask The Vampire's Wife To Shack Up And Procreate. Nice. - Jacob

Will You Be?” I Asked, Suddenly Anxious. “will You Really Be Here?” “as Long As You Want Me,” He Assured Me. “i'll Always Want You,” I Warned Him. “forever.