❝no, i.. i don’t get it.❞ she’s numb, so numb she didn’t even feel his hand on her bare shoulder.
❝what are you?❞
“we… ” he pauses, scratching out
the words he just said. “no… there
is no ‘we’. you and i can never be,
miranda. we belong to two different
worlds. you… there is hope for you…
as for me…. darkness will continue
to haunt me for eternity. you cannot
love a monster like me. no one can.”
❝i have loved a monster once..❞ example being, her father ; a killer ; sadistic, tortourous ; s e l f i s h. she tries to ignore what feels like a rubber bullet wedged in between her throat.
