He whom the gods love dies young.

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

I don’t know you either for that matter. So maybe I shouldn’t trust the words of a man who only recently decided to stitch himself into the picture.

I let ya in—into my life...my death...my heart." He reached up like he was going to touch my face. "And now I don't know how to get ya out.