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I Would Die For You. You Know That. I Would Die Without You. If It Were Not For You, I Would Be Dead A Hundred Times Over These Past Five Years.

He Lifted The Violin To His Shoulder Then, And Raised The Bow. And He Played.

Will Pushed His Hands Through His Damp Hair. “oh, Yes,” He Said Bitterly. “perhaps In Some Other Life, Beyond This One, When We Have Passed Beyond The River, Or Turned Upon The Wheel, Or Whatever Kind Words You Want To Use To Describe Leaving This World, I Shall Find My Friend Again, My Parabatai. But I Have Lost You Now—now, When I Need You More Than I Ever Did!

Do Not Seek Revenge And Call It Justice.

I Could Not Tell You If I Loved You The First Moment I Saw You, Or If It Was The Second Or Third Or Fourth. But I Remember The First Moment I Looked At You Walking Toward Me And Realized That Somehow The Rest Of The World Seemed To Vanish When I Was With You.