Oh god... Whatever Rayah's thinking, Jace laughs, Tell Brooklyn I see her as my Rayah. When I'm in control, she looks like Ray, not Brooke. It's weird.
I sigh and tell Brooklyn that, a little annoyed at being messenger.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"I had him tell you. I see my wife when I look in your eyes. It's as if she's really there. That's not so disgusting," he says, tucking her in, "Jae's the one who sees you."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Shut up. I didn't ask you. I told you. She's not Brooklyn to me. When I look at her, she has the same blonde hair and green eyes as the woman I love. You see her with blue eyes and whatever hair color she has, he says.
I shake my head at him and stand.
"I'm gonna go feed real quick, okay?" I say, "I'll be back...if you want me to be back, I mean."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod and flash a smile. "Be back," I say, "And keep that Jace inside you away from me, he got me prego," I say, turning on my side so I'm not facing them.
Og my god, Brooke. You are so immature.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio