The Patch I Knew Didn't Run From

Don’t Panic, I Thought. But Already My Breathing Was Faster, Shallower. “you Mean You Can Feel Happy Or Sad Or—” “desire.” A Barely-there Smile.

If I Need Romance, That's What Netflix Is For.

Walk Out,” He Repeated. “we Need To Talk.” “about How You Need To Sacrifice Me To Get A Human Body?” I Asked, My Tone Light, My Insides Feeling Leaden. “that Might Be Cute If You Thought It Was True.

Patch's Eyes Were Slate Black, Darker Than A Million Secrets Stacked On Top Of Each Other. He Dropped His Gaze To The Ring In His Hand, Turning It Over Slowly. "swear You'll Never Stop Loving Me," I Whispered. Ever So Slightly, He Nodded.

I'm Touched, Rixon. A Bomb. How Elaborate. Why Didn't You Keep Things Simple And Just March Inside My Bedroom One Night And Put A Bullet Between My Eyes?" Nora, Crescendo