Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt

I Want You, And I Want You Forever. One Lifetime Is Simply Not Enough For Me.

The Seeker Needed A Nice Long Lifetime Eating Sunshine.

True Love Was Forever Lost. The Prince Was Never Coming Back To Kiss Me Awake From My Enchanted Sleep. I Was Not A Princess, After All. So What Was The Fairy-tale Protocol For Other Kisses? The Mundane Kind That Didn't Break Any Spells? Maybe It Would Be Easy - Like Holding His Hand Or Having His Arms Around Me. Maybe It Would Feel Nice. Maybe It Wouldn't Fell Like A Betrayal. Besides, Who Was I Betraying, Anyway? Just Myself.

No, I Had Never Intentionally Caused Anyone Physical Pain, But I Had Hurt Ian Deeply Enough Just By Hurting Myself. Human Lives Were So Impossibly Tangled. What A Mess.

It Sounded Like You Were Having Bella For Lunch, And We Came To See If You Would Share.