“Tell me, darling, do you think of me often?” His voice is a murmur, as if his lips were pressed against my ear. I shiver, knowing exactly what that feels like.
YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAYYYYY FROM THE SOUND OF THE WOMAN THAT LOVED YOUUUU
“I…” My hands find his arms, cupping his wrists. “I regret not doing it right. And I regret not being what I’m supposed to be.” He strokes a thumb across my wet cheek. “I’m sorry you have to be anything at all.”
You’re not just another enemy for me to find. You’re something even more terrifying.” Her voice is little more than a whisper. “And what is that?” “A need.”