I can't get the images from before out of my head, something much like a slideshow taking place before my eyes. Swallowing, I tighten my grip around her and take a deep breath.
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 open my eyes for a moment, glancing at her, before closing them again, "I thought they would find you, help you... I thought you'd be safer there than with me."
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
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind