All I Can Think Of Is The

I’ve Stopped Talking Because There’s Really Nothing Left To Say And There’s This Piercing Sort Of Pain Where My Heart Is. Maybe I’m Even Having A Heart Attack, But It Doesn’t Seem Worth Mentioning.

Well, I Don't Have Much Competition Here." "you Don't Have Much Competition Anywhere.

You're Not Going To Die. I Forbid It. All Right?" "all Right," He Whispers.

It's Weird, How Much He's Noticed Me... And Apparently, I Have Not Been As Oblivious To Him As I Imagined, Either.

I Stand There, Feeling Broken And Small, Thousands Of Eyes Trained On Me.