We would all do anything for her. She taught us how to love, and then she broke our fucking hearts. I told her that we’d returned to reclaim what’s ours. She believes that’s her. She’s wrong. I let her destroy us once before. There isn’t a chance in hell I’ll allow her to do that again. She can tempt me with her fire and her fury. She can kiss me and almost bring me to my goddamn knees. She can dance until the very fucking pit of my soul starts to revive but I cannot, will not, let her back in. And neither will they. I’ll make sure of it.
