I know, I know everything. I'm just pretending.
Pretending to be innocent, pretending to be an idiot.
Waiting for them to have a reason to gently send me back to a safe world, they are still struggling in the danger, and then die where I can't see or hear, and die in my heart.
I was waiting for them to tell me, so they did.
They said, I love her.
Conception: