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It doesn’t matter what you think is damaged in your brain, Dash, because I want to fix it. Baby, if there’s any sort of wound inside you, then I’ll be your tourniquet.”
“I’m in love with you, Dascha Reznikov. I need to be with you. You were the most fascinating person I’d ever met before I even met you.”
I like that we’re so fucking twisted, and we thought we knew each other when we didn’t.
“Me and you, we’re forever, okay?”
It’s been three months since Dash was officially diagnosed with Schizophrenia, and mild Narcissistic Personality Disorder, which the doctors think contributed a bit to his psychosis in prison.
Because the thing is that he’s not actually perfect, but to me his imperfections make him somehow more than a man. It’s like he’s immortal. He’s a wonder, an enigma. The other half of me.
“Dascha Reznikov, I want you to be mine and only mine, for-fucking-ever. Will you please marry me?”
The funny thing is that the voices in my head are always much quieter with Kemper around.
Officer Kemper covers up the voices with his own, and it’s all I could ever ask for.
Because out of all the distorted images in my head, I see him crystal clear.
