"I want you, Will," Alana's voice, thick with threatening tears, falls like a cleaver between them. "But you...you just need me." The muscles in her face tighten into a childlike mask of hurt, and she amends, "You need someone. You start to feel out of control, and you grab onto whatever - or whoever - is closest. I could be anybody."
Bookmarked by Chatham
08 May 2014