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“Our love was born in blood,” I let out on a desperate whimper. “It seems only right that we feed it with blood as well.” When I finish what I set out to do, a jagged heart is carved right over his own. The organ that beats inside his chest will always be overshadowed by mine now with a permanent scar.” — Dolores Lane
Our love was born in blood,” I let out on a desperate whimper. “It seems only right that we feed it with blood as well.”
When I finish what I set out to do, a jagged heart is carved right over his own. The organ that beats inside his chest will always be overshadowed by mine now with a permanent scar.