i broke all the bottles in this goddamn house. i took the door off the hinge and i smashed your coffee mugs on the floor. you came unhinged from this earth, lost your anchor, and left me alone. so i break against the emptiness and listen for your humming through the thick walls.

you almost killed me, just because. back then i loved you more than i feared death.

He is dramatic.

It does want you, that much is true. But in tell, it's always had you, hasn't it?

The fire has been raging since the wedding. Too cold, she spits. Yes, it is winter. The chill creeps under the floorboard and into a heart as cracked and sour as your own:

Hm.

He was sickly. Ailed. Not a good temperament.

Quite a bush of politeness considering.

I was hardly talking about your own. I was talking about Ms Von Closen.

Have you ever actually had a point.

I've got better things to do.

Quite a weight off my shoulders, actually.

Your wit is seeping from your ears.

murmuring, 'you look at me like you want to eat me alive'.

Freezing little thing. Such a shame.

It is a general title.

Tch.

What a familiar mouth