Organized dissection, and the wolf who ate the body clear.

At the foot of her bed, over the long long hours of the day, I forcibly ceased to become surprised by changes in her heart rate or even worried that such things could be of any danger to her at all, so that, with time, as the night drew on, I became self-sufficient and knew that I would be alright enough to fall asleep. When it was evident to me that the nurses would not be coming back in to check on me for a while, I crawled underneath the hospital bed and, spreading my jacket across the small expanse of available floor, hid underneath my love, and I curled up and went to sleep.

Half a fucking hour.

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I just don’t want you to stop believing in me.

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With growing fascination, the candles were lit and the circle became quiet. We intended to look fondly upon the Beast, and to fear nothing but to live another day without purgatorial prospect between the hybrid wings of light and darkness.

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