“Every night I lost myself to hallucinations of your face. Every girl I save is you. Every time I go out there, I hear your voice on the wind. Your laughter. Your scent. It’s all up here,” he says, jabbing a fist to his temple. “Can’t get you out of my head. Tried to carve you out of me, but I can’t, and the blood I spill isn’t enough. It’s never enough.”
