Where I come from, we’re more about efficiency,’ he replies. ‘A knife like this’ll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.
That’s why I’m sorry. I’m sorry because you shouldn’t have to be everything to me. I had you, but I’d forgotten that I had myself too. It’s a new feeling, something I’m getting used to.
I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn’t live long. It’s simply not written in my stars.
Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. “You’re brilliant,” he says. “But you’re a fool to stay wish someone like me.”
I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. “Then we’re both fools.
Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.
Love is illogical, love had consequences–I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.
And that’s when I realize that, at the end, we’d all wish for the same thing. Just a little more time.
I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.
I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn’t live long. It’s simply not written in my stars.
Day, the champion of the people, the one who can’t bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves.
It is better to have an enemy who will fight you in an open field then a lover who will kill you in your sleep.