Go Sit Down And Look Pale.

Speak Of The Devil, And The Devil Shall Appear.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

I Love You. You're My Only Reason To Stay Alive... If That's What I Am.

Now You Know," I Said Lightly, And Shrugged. "no One's Ever Loved Anyone As Much As I Love You.

But What If...what If You Sincerely Believed Something Was True, But You Were Dead Wrong? What If You Were So Stubbornly Sure That You Were Right, That You Wouldn’t Even Consider The Truth? Would The Truth Be Silenced, Or Would It Try To Break Through?