I spoke to you with words I no longer dare to use, words you no longer give a damn about, because I love you was just a shot of whisky. two shots, four, six, eleven. you said, you fucking said that I made you sick, words aside, skin, blood aside, I didn’t pour anything down your throat. I tried to save you, as silly as it sounds, I tried to pull you out, but you just kicked and screamed, and left bruises on my cheeks.
— About the x part 3 - Knight