[Lamia]

I'm going to die, aren't I? Not eighty years down the road, but soon. And if it's not some spiteful person who ends it, I'll probably end it myself, right?

There's this hole in my chest. It's tiny for now, but it's just waiting. Waiting for some big tragedy to tear itself open and rip me in two. Fuck I sound dramatic, but it's true.

It scares me how much I need you. I don't want to tell you because I'm afraid of scaring you away. You're everything I never thought I would have.

I don't want to die. Not really.