I Haven't Paid For Anything Since I

I Know You. I Know This Isn't You. And Even If It Is, I Still Love You. As Much As I Always Have. You Will Always Be Mine. I Will Always Love You, I Promised You That When You Left, And It's True Now.

Black Is The Color Of Night. White Is The True Color Of Death

Schuyler Put A Gentle Hand On Abbadon's Feathered Extensions, Feeling The Majestic Power Underneath Their Silky Weight. She Had Been Frightened Once, To See Him In This Light, But Now That She Saw His Terrifying Face, She Found It Beautiful.

Schuyler Pulled Oliver Close And Hugged Him Tightly. "thank You," She Whispered. Thank You For Loving Me Enough To Let Me Go.

And Kingsley Being Kingsley, He Smiled As He Pretended To Pull The Trigger.