I don't know where you've been, what you're doing, or even why. I miss you. No matter which version of you I meet. I need to see your face. I need to feel like I still exist. You make me feel real.
Please come back. To me. To Sanctuary. Help me with the Culling.
It won't be our first bloodbath. Not by far. But it won't be our last, either.
We need to talk.
We need to do a lotta things besides talkin, sweet-cheeks. Bet your ass we gonna. Ya wanna be real? Be real with me? Ain't that like honey on my tongue. Girlie, I'll give ya the only reality I know.
ReplyDeleteIt's Valentine's Day tomorrow. Do you think maybe, this year, we don't try to kill each other on it?
ReplyDeleteIDK that was the plan, stan, but you ain't makin' shit easy. <3
DeleteYou should be so lucky I don't shoot you on sight, ya bag of bones.
DeleteYou stay the fuck gone.
It'll be a happier day not seeing your fucking face.
It'd be arrogant to think this was for any version of me. But I've missed music, and other things. Maybe if my willpower slips again I'll be in touch.
ReplyDeleteSee you around
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