“You resent me. You hate me, I know you do. I hate myself.”
“No, I don’t hate you. Never you.
This disease — it I hate. It I resent. The hollow beast chipping away at your life, consuming you, twisting your body. This curse stealing your spirit, washing away your vibrant soul.
I want to slay this demon.
Staying up in the dark, pleading for your next breath, fearing it won’t be — you won’t be.
Afraid you don’t know you’re my everything.
No darling, the thing killing you — I resent it. I hate it. You I always love.”
“I love you more.”