Yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of

Of Course, Then You Nearly Crushed To Death In Front Of My Eyes. Later I Thought Of A Perfectly Good Excuse For Why I Acted At That Moment - Because If I Hadn't Saved You, If Your Blood Had Been Spilled There In Front Of Me, I Don't Think I Could Have Stopped Myself From Exposing Us For What We Are. But I Only Thought Of That Excuse Later. At The Time, All I Could Think Was, 'not Her.

You Are The Most Beautiful Thing In My World.

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?

My Skin Burns Where It Meets His. It Feels Better Than Good, But It Sets Off A Strange Aching In My Chest.

And It Was Different Because I'd Already Lost Her So Many Times, So Many Ways, In My Head. And Different Because She Was Never Really Mine To Lose. And Different Because This Wasn't My Fault.