She thinks her emotions are incognito, but she doesn’t fool me. I see through the standoffish exterior, beneath the wounds and fractures, and deep inside the nucleus of her soul. I know her blueprint. The intricate, complex design of her. My beautiful girl is still in there, kicking and spitting to break free, and I’m going to help her do that. My methods may not be conventional, but I know her better than anyone. I know exactly how to reach her, and I’m highly motivated. I’m fucking starving without her.
