It Is A Gift. You

She Is Well Practiced In The Art Of Losing Herself.

"what Did You Do?” This Time The Question Tears From My Throat Like A Growl. I Throw Myself Toward Him. “what Did You Do?” I Scream. “you Die, I Die Too. I Asked You Not To Do This. You Made Your Decision. These Are The Repercussions."

I’d Rather Eat Out Of A Can Than Be Strangled By A Faction.

I Traded Cowardice For Cruelty; I Traded Weakness For Ferocity.

That Is How It Feels. Like Everything Between Us Is Twisted Together, Friendship And Love And Family, So I Cant Tell The Difference Between Any Of Them.