Since the moment I met her, she's had her tiny hand gripped around my heart. And yet I hardly ever see her anymore, because I feel like I'm watching her die. I love even the things I hate about her. She is my chosen family; she's in my blood.

And I love how she's completely bare here, and yet she's hiding absolutely everything. I feel that if I knew what she was thinking right at that moment, I would know everything. Wow.