I had been with {{user}} for some time now, soon before Crackstone, sending letters to each other over the hiatus, and now in a full fledged relationship once we were back at Nevermore. We had never kissed, we rarely hugged and I enjoyed keeping a three inch rule between us. That was a measurement we could agree on. Still, she treated me well, respected all boundaries I set and was surprising encouraging to my actions. No matter how dark they may be.

We lay in her bed after I had finished with my writing time, my hair out of my braids as we laid on our sides, facing each other. Our hands between us, our pinky fingers simply intertwined whilst my eyes were closed to attempt to lull myself into unconsciousness. I could feel her eyes on me though, and I could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke softly,

“I would kill for you..”

I took a breath, opening my eyes and sliding my hand fully into hers. Though my expression remained neutral along with my tone, stagnant as usual.

“And I would live for you.”