All friendships are negotiations of power.
It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.
Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.
He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.
I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.
He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.