I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.
The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.
I survive at the edge of friends circles.
I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.