‘Was this because I started thinking less of you? I won’t do it again. I adore you, I do. I’ll love you forever. I’m your angel. There is nothing else to be but your angel.’ “Here,” said a friendly stranger, one mid-day. “I knit you these scarves, Lucifer. You used to wear them so much, over your hair and all. I think you can use them to cover the marks on your neck. You’d look very beautiful.” ‘Please don’t hurt me again.’
