Speak Of The Devil, And The Devil

Forbidden To Remember, Terrified To Forget; It Was A Hard Line To Walk.

Your Scent Is Like A Drug To Me Like My Own Personal Brand Of Heroin.

I Wondered – Would A Bullet Through My Temple Actually Kill Me Or Just Leave A Really Big Mess For Me To Clean Up?

As Long As You Like Me The Best. And You Think I’m Good-looking—sort Of. I’m Prepared To Be Annoyingly Persistent.

If He'd Done Something To Harm Her, I Would Annihilate Him.