It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.
Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot.
He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.
People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.
It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.