Scarlet Angel

My body grew stronger and my mind turned calculated when I lost my soul to avenge my heart.
I guess that makes me a romantic.

“Sometimes I think I really did die, and that I’m truly the avenging angel my brother said we’d be together.”
I feel as though I only have one purpose in life.

Just like that, I have my answer. And I watch with her as the Boogeyman dies by his own knife. At the hands of a woman.
The hands of a victim.
In a way, it’s poetic justice.

She’s the cat and he’s the mouse.
The man who has terrorized Boston for so long, and now DC, is just a toy on her strings.
Who the fucking hell is Lana Myers.

Like it’s okay to be vulnerable, because he’d never use it against me

When he’s around, I don’t feel like I have to be so invincible. When he’s with me, I feel like I can just be cared for without being weak.

“Good. Go stay with her until I tell you otherwise. Momma’s about to tell a story that’s been burning a hole for over ten years.”

“We’ll find out one day.”

I never understood how rare that love was when I was younger. Like most things you see daily, I took it for granted.”

“Because my stepdad always said if he had a choice, he’d be drunk in Greece and in love.