imprisoner
He: You like the night?
She: I like peace.
He: What do you think?
She: About what?
He: Marriage…!
She sighed.
She: I can’t do it. I can’t act like I want something when I don’t even know what I want. What do I want? *she narrowed her eyes*
Every morning I ask myself Aria, what do you want?
And Aria doesn’t answer me.
Lines from “Sometimes Confession Is Hard”