“ You,” he says, before the door closes all the way. “I often dream of you. ”
If you expect the worse, you're only denying someone a chance to be better
~ Sangu Mandanna
You have to be a two people, a saint and a sinner
But maybe that's what the dead do. They stay. They linger. Benign and sweet and painful. They don't need us. They echo all by themselves.
He can see what move I'm planning to make in chess and counters before I can do it. He always knows who the killer is in a detective story. I think he could make a career out of detecting, but he wants to write plays for theater. Maybe he could be a Shakespeare instead of a Sherlock. He could be anything. Anything he wants to be.
