It's Too Late," She Said. "don't Say

You Understand My Music.

The More Beautiful The Skin Is, The More Deadly It Is. That's What Will's Like. All That Pretty Face And Whatnot Just Hides How Twisted Up And Rotten He Is On The Inside.

Will," She Said Softly, Sleepily. "last Night--" You Were Kind To Me, She Was Going To Say. Thank You. The Glare From His Blue Eyes Stabbed Through Her. "there Was No Last Night," He Said Through His Teeth. At That, She Sat Up Straight, Almost Awake. "oh, Truly? We Just Went Right From One Afternoon On Through Till The Next Morning? How Odd No One Else Remarked On It. I Should Think It Some Miracle, A Day With No Night--

They Say You Cannot Love Two People Equally At Once,” She Said. “and Perhaps For Others That Is So. But You And Will—you Are Not Like Two Ordinary People, Two People Who Might Have Been Jealous Of Each Other, Or Who Would Have Imagined My Love For One Of Them Diminished By My Love Of The Other. You Merged Your Souls When You Were Both Children. I Could Not Have Loved Will So Much If I Had Not Loved You As Well. And I Could Not Love You As I Do If I Had Not Loved Will As I Did.

Under His Dripping Hair, He Was As White As Parchment, His Hands Clenched At His Sides So Tightly That They Were Shaking. It Seemed Clear That Some Terrible Turmoil Was Ripping Him Apart From The Inside Out.