For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
— Judy Garland
I couldn’t live with the guilt of knowing I’d done nothing to stop a death that wasn’t inevitable.
Lie to me.
I - I’m sorry?
Tell me it’s because you didn’t want me to die.
Please; lie to me.