He's the kind of liar who totally forgets what he told you the last time, but he believes every single lie with such conviction that sometimes he can convince you of it.
Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.
Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.
Mutually assured destruction.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.