[sometimes when Vincent spoke of his religion, Maria found herself growing angry. for them to talk about the powers that be as some miracle, as if what she went through was a miracle.]
Only he could see me. James, that is. The man I was created for. He couldn't care less about me but I was always forced to be with him. Do what was needed for him. I've lost count of how many times I've died. Though killed is a better word for it. That was hell. Being forced to relive that same day again and again, James hating me a little more each time, and all I could do was take it.
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[sometimes when Vincent spoke of his religion, Maria found herself growing angry. for them to talk about the powers that be as some miracle, as if what she went through was a miracle.]
Only he could see me. James, that is. The man I was created for. He couldn't care less about me but I was always forced to be with him. Do what was needed for him. I've lost count of how many times I've died. Though killed is a better word for it. That was hell. Being forced to relive that same day again and again, James hating me a little more each time, and all I could do was take it.
Real shitty miracle, don't you think?