it was moments like this that made her wish looks could kill.
it was moments like this that made her feel more alive than ever.
it was moments like this that made her want to scream so loud that all the glass in the world trembled.
it was moments like this where she wished she could hate him.
two haves of one heart, one of past and one of present morals.
her heart was once like his and his heart was once like hers.
your heart was once like mine.