It feels as though Tony's a ghost, a wisp of someone I once loved, or never loved at all and thought was someone else. I don't feel anything, not even when he fucks me. I wonder if he knows. I wonder if he believes I still want him. I always tell mys...
This is another dream, isn't it?" "Perceive it as you like. I've been trying to tell you things, but you're allowing the dark things-him-to invade your thoughts and feelings.
There are some beliefs and places in this city that are incomprehensible to some-hell-to most, and it's best to leave them alone.
Be safe on this wicked night.
