It's more than a scar. It's a lifetime you left. A lifetime of lifelines shouting from rooftops with no one to hear but us. I'm not going to lie, I never did, I never will; but I loved that life. I lived that life, so does that mean I'm dead?

[Spoken: Time has passed since our last goodbyes and the taste of that letter still stands on my lips. Honey mixed with vinegar. And life is very long.]

I would light this world on fire if only to wipe that smile off your face. Because revenge is sweet, but not as sweet as silence