all the people around me treat you like a vicious enemy out for blood, a five-headed monster I should stay at least 300 feet away from at all times — and I act surprised when they do.
I mean, the stories I tell are not fiction and you do fit the role. they just never seem to match the image burned into my brain. I cannot bring myself to admit you could be pure evil. after all, it was you who made me believe in angels.