❝ I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for just how badly I broke you.. ❞ (from 10)

“Well let me help you with that,” the Master seethes through his teeth, in a tight and frantic whisper; it’s always perilous, so perilous, when the both of them are in a fragile and mercurial state, when the both of them are raw.

“I could have chosen to respond differently to what you did, to how you left. I who pride myself on being so self-sufficient and self-justified, have done nothing in life but react to you. Nothing … !”

You live inside my wall and I, I reach back and hit you harder than God falls: oh Christ, amen, amen, amen; it’s such a line to break, and I, I’m so scared to make another mistake in the end; but I just wanna be happy again; until it all falls down, and where does that leave me? (I’m so alone, God, I’m so alone, I’m so alone, I’m alone…)

Blue October