Pleasure and pain.That was my Melody.She was my poisonso toxic, when sampled,yet,so sweet...

I think I could have loved you.

...and the sorrow sent her spiraling back into sickness.

Melody.” His voice was a tormented whisper on his lips.“Yes,” I said.“If you ever need to escape, come to me.”“What?” I asked.“Just come. I won’t. . .I would never hurt you.”“But—”“You’re all that matters to me.

No matter how much he’d done to me, my heart could not be done with him.

Why am I terrified?

The expression just set me on edge. He had the look of an injured wild animal. I imagined a hungry lion limping in front of me with a bloody paw. No matter how much the beast stumbled or bled, one would have to always remember that the creature could tear the average human body in half.

Come here. I told you to go to sleep and you wouldn’t go, so now you’ll have to take care of me.

I already apologized for that.”“No, you didn’t.”“Then I’m sorry.”"“Fuck your sorry.”“Fine. Fuck my sorry.