“Eesh, I don’t know what’s happening to me. It’s like, every time I look at you, in my head, I hear, ‘finally’ and ‘mine,’ over and over and over. Sometimes, when you’re asleep, I stare at you, thinking about all the people I’d kill to keep you safe, and God help anybody who ever tries to hurt you. Baby, I crave you, and that shit…it’s not normal.” He strode over and crouched in front of her. “I loved Syd, and yet…fuck, I’ve never experienced this. This isn’t love. This is a fucking obsession.”
