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Staring At Him The Way She Might Stare At A Beloved Place She Was Not Sure She Would Ever See Again, Trying To Commit The Details To Memory, To Paint Them On The Backs Of Her Eyelids That She Might See It When She Shut Her Eyes To Sleep.

Have You Told Eric And The Rest Of Them That—” “that I’m A Vampire? No. It Isn’t The Sort Of Thing You Just Drop Into Casual Conversation.” “maybe Not, But They’re Your Friends. They Should Know. And Besides, They’ll Just Think It Makes You More Of A Rock God, Like That Vampire Lester.” “lestat,” Simon Said. “that Would Be The Vampire Lestat. And He’s Fictional.

I Feel Myself Dissolving, Vanishing Into Nothingness, For If There Is No One In The World Who Cares For You, Do You Really Exist At All?

Love Makes Liars Of Us All.

Love And Lies Can Corrupt Even The Purest Heart.