"The only red you should see on your skin, is a message of how beautiful you use written in marker.
Not a death note written in blood." She said trying to talk Him out of it, but not really believing it Herself.
'I mean, everyone bleeds, right? Sometimes it has to be your fault. I just want Him to stay. But I don't think He'll actually miss me. ' She thought.
She's being hypocritical, but She doesn't care. She hates it sometimes, being here. But She knows, way deep down, that someone here needs Her. Her smile. Her laugh. She can't leave. He might even need Her. Who knows?
