I was in love with the Devil. I'm damaged goods. I'm screwed up. I'm not a good person. I have nightmares about all the different ways I could slip up and hurt you. Kill you. On accident. On purpose. I'm not even human. I'm hideous and horrible. I'm a monster.
And you're the fifteen-year-old boy who thinks I'm a good idea.
call;
[She shakes her head and growls.]
I was in love with the Devil. I'm damaged goods. I'm screwed up. I'm not a good person. I have nightmares about all the different ways I could slip up and hurt you. Kill you. On accident. On purpose. I'm not even human. I'm hideous and horrible. I'm a monster.
And you're the fifteen-year-old boy who thinks I'm a good idea.