Forever

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Bree makes her way onto stage with a smile, listening to the sound of her lovely audience in the crowd, calling and cheering out for her.

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"You're all I ever wanted. So, how come I'm still haunted by the thoughts inside my head? You love me, but no matter what you say, there's only one of two ways that this is gonna end. Someone dies or someone gets hurt, but if one of us dies...I hope I die first. 'Cause I don't wanna live without you, I don't wanna ever learn how to fall asleep without you. Tell me what's worse, losing you now or later? Maybe I can break the curse and I can be in love forever. If I die... You're my fire and my safety, you never mean to break me, and that's why I'm afraid. 'Cause someday, everybody's leaving, you promise that you'll stay, but that's a promise you can't make. Someone dies or someone gets hurt, but if one of us dies...I hope I die first. 'Cause I don't wanna live without you, I don't wanna ever learn how to fall asleep without you. Tell me what's worse, losing you now or later? Maybe I can break the curse and I can be in love forever. If I die first. I hope I die first. I can be in love forever, love forever, love forever. Can't escape it, that's how it works, someone dies or someone gets hurt, but if one of us dies...I hope I die first. 'Cause I don't wanna live without you, I don't wanna ever learn how to fall asleep without you. Tell me what's worse losing you now or later? Maybe I can break the curse and I can be in love forever. If I die first. I hope I die first. I can be in love forever, love forever, love forever. If I die first. I hope I die first. I can be in love forever, love forever, love forever."

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"I don't even remember how it started. Something you said must've set me off. My words are bullets and you're my favorite target. This isn't what I wanted, but I can't drop the gun. Mm-mm. Even I can't stop me. Mm-mm. Just so you know, I'm sorry. "I'll send you love bombs after the war, even though I know they don't work anymore. I'll wave a white flag after the storm. I promise, I've calmed down, I'm not manic like before. So you lift the rug and I'll sweep the glass and we can pretend like this never happened. Love bombs after the war, even though I know they don't work anymore. Even when I say it, I don't hate you. I'm trying even when I lose control. And it's not fair to pull you into my chaos. But after we're out of the trenches, I love you more."

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Bree turns to look at the curtain to the side and puts her hand out with a small, luring wave. Hesitation stops him momentarily before Pietro races his way onto stage to stand beside her with a smirking smile.

The crowd begins to scream in excitement and she shyly laughs a bit. He puts his finger to his lips and they all quickly silence each other as she takes his hand behind her and closes her eyes.

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"Mm-mm. Just so you know, I'm sorry. I'll send you love bombs after the war, even though I know they don't work anymore. I'll wave a white flag after the storm. I promise, I've calmed down, I'm not manic like before. So you lift the rug and I'll sweep the glass and we can pretend like this never happened. Love bombs after the war, even though I know they don't work anymore. Hmhmm. I'm so sorry. Love, love bomb, mm. Don't go, don't go, I need you, mhmm. Don't go, I."

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"You should take it as a compliment. If I were you, I would be more confident. You're lucky that you're pretty. Why are you obsessed with your appearance? I don't wanna hear it, you're fine. It's been my best-kept secret for a while now. No one ever sees it, but it's all around. It's the dinner conversation no one talks about. Don't know how much longer I can keep this down. Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade. Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything. It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive. They're all like; "Did you change your hair?" "Did you lose a little weight?" "You should keep it up, 'cause it really looks great." I hate that I always look my best, when I'm dying on the inside. When I'm dying on the inside. I wish I could break the mirror that makes me feel like I should fucking disappear and drown my demons in a bathtub filled with tears. No matter what I try, they always seem to come back to life. What if I didn't do this to my body? What if I quit and then you don't want me? The dinner conversation no one talks about. Don't know how much longer I can keep this down. Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade. Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything. It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive. They're all like; "Did you change your hair?" "Did you lose a little weight?" "You should keep it up 'cause it really looks great." I hate that I always look my best, when I'm dying on the inside. When I'm dying on the inside. When I'm dying on the inside. You should take it as a compliment. If I were you, I would be more confident. You're lucky that you're pretty. Why are you obsessed with your appearance? I don't wanna hear it, you're fine. Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade. Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything. It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive. They're all like; "Did you change your hair?" "Did you lose a little weight?" "You should keep it up 'cause it really looks great." I hate that I always look my best, when I'm dying on the inside."