a dream from which we cannot wake

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Her vehemence and vulnerability surprised even her, and in the silence that followed her impromptu story, she found herself sitting dumbly, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. There was something about Jude that made it easy to share things that, honestly, she hadn't thought about in months, all for the sake of making him feel better. Why? Maybe it was her dislike of Sohalia. Maybe it was that Jude seemed a little bit like a kicked puppy. Either way, she was filled with an unyielding need to protect him from the world at large. And if that meant sharing a little bit of herself, then that's what she'd do.

So she nodded in response and then, realizing that he might not be able to see her in the dark, she cleared her throat. "I'll find it and let you know," she agreed. "I think it'd be nice to hear it again. Even if it hurts a little, you know?" Because she thought he might.

As for being his first and only fan, Noe knocked her ankle against his in solidarity. "Maybe not as long as you'd think," she said. "After all, people are drawn to talent." She paused. "But I'm the only person who gets to say they were your first fan." Her eyes glinted mischievously in the starlight as she grinned. "So I win."

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try

Noe