Self Sane

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  • Dedicated to Killing things with fire
                                        

Damn, his eyes were green. Focus, Savannah, focus.

Hadn't she already had this self-conversation? Was that a word? She knew self-conservation existed, but Loki's eyes were beautiful.

Why couldn't she concentrate on finishing her sentence?

She knew self-conservation existed, but did self-conversation exist? Or was that just for crazy people?

Was she crazy?

She was in love with Loki, the very same being who had tried to subjugate homo sapiens, the God of Evil, Lies, Deceit, Trickery, Chaos, Mischief, Fire, Darkness and ... Hot Chocolate.

She was crazy.

Sane people didn't have self-conversations.

But crazy people didn't know they were crazy, did they?

And sane people questioned their sanity all the time.

She was perfectly sane.

As long as you added a prefix.

A/N: I'll let you guys figure out the end to this. I'm too busy being a boss.

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