Quotes
“I’m okay.” I whisper it this time.
Because I’m starting to realize that I’m really not.
“Want me to tell you why I call you that?” I ask her.
Cassandra nods.
“Because you remind me of one. Beautiful. Mesmerizing. Too fragile for this awful world. A pretty little butterfly I can’t help but want to protect.”
“I love you, Cassandra.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing that.
“I love you too, Hans.”
I’ll never get tired of saying that.
But feeding people is my love language.
And thief or not, Hans looks like he could use some love.