I'm A Monster, Not A Moron.

Sylvia's Dark Eyes Widened. "you Are More Than You Appear To Be" "yes. I Am A Monster Of Darkness, A Beast," He Agreed With Her. Her Lips Tilted Up. "can A Beast Weep In Sorrow? Does Darkness Have The Capacity To Feel Loneliness? I Think Not.

Can I Flirt With Another Guy To Make Him Jealous?" "oh No." She Laughed, Still Holding My Hands. "that Will Unleash Something You Can't Handle. You Don't Mess With Men That Way.

Mercy Is Stronger Than Your Sword.

I Felt Like I Was Hobbling, Like One Oof The Old Crones From Act I Of Macbeth - God Knows My Hair Felt Scraggy Enough That I Must Have Looked The Part.

There's You. There's Me. We Love Each Other, And We Have Since We Were Kids, So We Should Be Together. The End.