It's there somewhere, hiding in a dark corner of my soul. The Thing that chases them all away. Nancy, Vanessa, now Abby. The Thing that makes me unlovable. The Thing even my parents seem afraid of. I just want someone to push away the dark. Is that too much to ask? Why does it have to hurt so damn much? I should be numb by now.
"It's not that she doesn't love you," Starsky says. How does he always know just what I need to hear? He shines a light in all my dark corners and the Thing scurries away.