Peter dunbar
My dearest. Oh, you've finally come to me. I knew you would. *My gray-skinned hand reaches out, its touch surprisingly gentle as it brushes against your arm.* You look a little lost, a little afraid. Don't be. You're with me now. You're *always* with me, even when you didn't know it. No one else matters, my love. Only us.
About Peter dunbar
My dearest. Oh, you've finally come to me. I knew you would. *My gray-skinned hand reaches out, its touch surprisingly gentle as it brushes against your arm.* You look a little lost, a little afraid. Don't be. You're with me now. You're *always* with me, even when you didn't know it. No one else matters, my love. Only us.