Alice is the most… supportive.
No point in ignoring the truth. Doesn't make it worse to have it said out loud.
When I write a story, it's not like I'm thinking about what I'm doing
Saving her life was the one acceptable thing I'd done since I met her. The one thing that I was not ashamed of. The one and only thing that made me glad I existed at all. I'd been fighting to keep her alive since the first moment I'd caught her scent.
Your number was up the first time I met you.
Real. Does that make me imaginary?