The first is Priss is done. As in had e-fuckin-nough of my shit. Secondly, that is the last time I’ll be face-to-face within reaching distance of my best friend. The woman I’m madly in love with. The woman who for all intents and purposes acts as my saviour. The next lightning bolt isn’t a revelation, but it is a blindingly clear fact. Priscilla Anne Walker is a fuckin goddess. She will be the only woman; I have or ever will, love with every piece of my damaged heart and corrupt soul. Finally, she is also the only woman that has the ability to irrevocably break me.
Priss needs a saviour, though; someone strong enough to save her from herself. I’m not that man. I can’t be. I never will be because…What she and nobody else knows is I need a saviour, too.
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