I had a man once. A good man. Bruni, his name was. I was his and he was mine. But one night Bruni disappears. People said he left me, but I knew him. He’d never leave me. Not for long. I knew he’d come back. And he did. He came in through the back of the hut. Only it wasn’t Bruni. Not really.
(requested by anonymous.)
Enchanted? Haha haha! Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?
"You saved my life. You’re my sister. Helena, I thought…I thought I killed you. I couldn’t tell anybody what I lost. You came back. Please, put down the gun. Please."
@druidDUDE: hahah beware…could be embarrassing to watch with family this week…!
I wouldn’t kill him, because he looked as frightened as I was.
I don’t know. Twelve percent.
concerned more with the needs and wishes of others than with one’s own; unselfish.