[ I love you shouldn't feel like a pike to the chest.
(Maybe just now, for him, it should.) ]
You didn't want him to come between us. [ A guess; a projection; ashen fingers twist in the sheets at his lap. ] I don't either, but--
[ But.
A few feet to Isaac's left is the spot where they first kissed. This bed, the one they tumbled into. There'd been a phylactery in his pocket even then. A vine twisting back, a body left bleeding in the woods. A tendril that every day now regrows its roots. Isn't it more honest, to bare them? (Or just cruel?) ]
What if he could learn to love you the way I love you?
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(Maybe just now, for him, it should.) ]
You didn't want him to come between us. [ A guess; a projection; ashen fingers twist in the sheets at his lap. ] I don't either, but--
[ But.
A few feet to Isaac's left is the spot where they first kissed. This bed, the one they tumbled into. There'd been a phylactery in his pocket even then. A vine twisting back, a body left bleeding in the woods. A tendril that every day now regrows its roots. Isn't it more honest, to bare them? (Or just cruel?) ]
What if he could learn to love you the way I love you?