Requested by anonymous
Well, take it from me. If you don’t have enemies, you’re doing something wrong.
Do you have any idea how sick and tired I am of being double crossed, and lied to, and generally dicked around? You picked the wrong girl to screw over, because I like to make everything personal.
If you really knew me now, you would be proud. I did good. And I don’t need to carry around those terrible memories anymore. I am done. I am done reliving them, and reliving them, and reliving them. I can’t hate you anymore, and I’m done hating myself. I’m not the devil, mama. I’m Fae. I’m Bo.
It’s kind of tough growing up thinking that you might have a shot at being prom queen, then find out that you’re part of some ageless secret race that feeds on humans.
