Smokeshow

You’re my home. And I realized that when I thought I was going to die. You were the only thing I didn’t want to lose. Nothing else mattered but you.”

“If you love me, then you won’t leave me,” he said.

I liked fairy tales anyway. Fiction was always better than reality.

was arrogant. He was cold. He was beautiful. I could hate him for those three things, if nothing else.