Vlad -w006- Veronica 61-68 Instant

“Why?”

“Then stop pretending I’m the problem.” She stood up, walked to the window, pressed her palm against the cool glass. “You’ve been watching me for sixty-five lifetimes. You know my scars. You know my silences. You know that I scratch my left wrist when I’m lying, and I bite my lower lip when I’m afraid, and I hum a song I don’t remember learning when I’m trying not to cry. You know me better than anyone has ever known anyone.” Vlad -W006- Veronica 61-68

She looked at him.