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Haziran 2020 tarihinde katıldı
Kill him, a part of me says, a part I remember from the night I took him captive. Kill him before he makes you love him.
“For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.”
I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?”
He grins up at me. “They missed.”
“Once she’s gone, I take my stuffed animals and seat them next to me on the rug. Once, they were a reminder that there was a time before Faerieland, when things were normal. Once, they were a comfort to me. I take a long last look, and then, one by one, I feed them to the fire.
I’m no longer a child, and I don’t need comfort.”
“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.”
