Him: Can I say or do anything to make this any better?
Her: Be better. And love me no more. Forget me, for I am dead to you in more ways than you could know. I love you, but I shall never be yours. I killed the girl you love, and hear I stand, blood on my hands, to love you harder, instead.
Her: Be better. And love me no more. Forget me, for I am dead to you in more ways than you could know. I love you, but I shall never be yours. I killed the girl you love, and hear I stand, blood on my hands, to love you harder, instead.
