(I love you, Veronica)
After all the blood had washed from the shores of the island, and we had finally gotten it off our hands (knowing it would always come back), I thought I would stand alone, but I was wrong.
(like I was wrong to believe in Henry and that his love was anything but horrible)
Before I had the chance to wallow in the aftermath, seeing the dead faces of everyone you love gives you the right to wallow, Jimmy joined me.
"He ruined all of our lives, Ronnie, but he ended up hurting you most of all."
The tears that had dried up ages ago, used up when he stabbed me in the back (with that sick twisted smile in place), but when the reality of it all hit they were refreshed.
(tears for the lives that he took in my name and for the life I was forced to take)
"Getting your heart ripped out metaphorically is different than what he did to all the others, Jimmy, I may have lost my heart but I did not lose my life."
I had a front row seat to his one man show, as he spilled the blood of everyone on that damn island. I was praying the whole damn time that it would finally be my turn because I couldn't handle to see anyone else suffer.
"I think he took both of our lives away, metaphorically of course, and now it's about time we built them back up again. Together."
Instead of shying away from his open hand, letting Henry steal everything from me once again, I took it without heisting.
(knowing that these warm fingers would help bring me back, bit by bit)
"That sounds nice, Jimmy, very nice."