Obviously This Person's A Hazard. Stupid People

They More Than Do Their Work, They Take Pride In It. Like Cinna.

You Could Do A Lot Worse.

My Lips Are Just Forming His Name When His Fingers Lock Around My Throat.

Go To Sleep," He Says Softly. His Hand Brushes The Lose Strands Of My Hair Off My Forehead. Unlike The Staged Kisses And Caresses So Far, This Gesture Seems Natural And Comforting. I Don't Want Him To Stop And He Doesn't. He's Still Stroking My Hair When I Fall Asleep.

Its Not In My Nature To Go Down Without A Fight Even When Things Seem Insurmountable