you don't ever have to worry about what i feel. the way i feel about you won't change. you can do whatever you like to me. you could turn this town to dust, burn the woods until they were cinders, you could cut out my heart.
it wouldn't matter.
it would not change a thing.
“I do not bind his arms or legs as I bury him in a shallow grave. He’s alive, but he will never be conscious again. He won’t know that he’s dying, and I don’t need him to. This is my design.”