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I look at those hands. I look at them, long and hard and symbolically, because in my heart I know they're the hands that will end my life before this night is over.

The stars will die before we do, Izabel..the stars will die before my love for you does. I am not good at these things; I am inexperienced. Romance. Gestures of affecion.Words weaved together poetically to proclaim love. Gifts and smiles and laughter and conversation about the simple things in life-I know nothing of these things....But we have an eternity to find aut. It takes an eternity for a star to die.

Clenching my fists, I resist the desparate urge to go after her.

I picture her radiant smile, and the light in her eyes, and her laughter, and her warmth. I picture the first time I saw her, hiding in the backseat of my car, and I remember the first time I heard her play the piano. And I wonder what I could have possibily done to deserve her. All I have ever done is wicked. I am a monster in the shadows; the blood of many stains my gnarled hands; the soul of the innocent are forever caught in my blade-like teeth.