I stand up again and turn away. "I want you to promise not to scream of panic." I say. "What you are about to see is something I have never told anyone." I pace back and forth, wondering if I want to do this. "Please, promise me." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
"Joe, I am a killer and I cannot help it. I left because I did not want to hurt you, I still do not want to hurt you. I know that it was nto good for me to leave and not tell you anything and to kiss you friend. But if I ever hurt you like I have hurt other people, I would never be able to go on." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I drop to my knees before her, repeating myself, "I love you, Mel. For six years I waited, five before that. Eleven years. I don't think you can hurt me."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"Like I told you, I am a killer. When I feed on people, it is hard for me to start. I have killed people and I liked it. I thought I stopped caring, but then I saw you." I say. I touch his neck. "I can hear the blood rushing though your veins I can smell in from from a mile away and my body shakes from lack of self control when I am with you." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
"No, you stop it," I argue, bringing myself to stand. "You can't live with all this on your shoulders. You aren't what you think. I see it in your eyes, even if they are crimson. Whoever you are now, you aren't what you think."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
My fangs come out and I roll my hands into a fist. "If I let my humanity kick back in, I have to see all those faces of the people I killed and if I turn it off I lose you. I do not want to do either of those things." I rasie my voise as I talk.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality