. . . and I donโt expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. Weโre not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.
Ann AguirreI admired Stalkers style. He was incredibly fast using two small blades strapped to the backs of his hands. Slash slash slash. Fighting him you wouldnโt die of one great wound but instead bleed out slowly surprised to find yourself weak and dying after a thousand cuts.
Ann AguirreI 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.
Ann Aguirre