It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.

Bones,” I sighed. “Know something? I’m not afraid of you, but you scare me….” His outline blurred again. “You scare me, too, Kitten,” he might have replied, but I couldn’t be sure.

Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

You’re meant for me, and I will have you.

All hail the dragon slayer!" (Bones)

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

How I hated the dark part of me that continually foretold of failure or futility.