I'm Sirantha Jax, and I have had enough.
He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.
I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.
With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.
Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.
If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.