cook was the only one.
the only one who knew her.
cook knew effy.
effy knew cook.
and effy let cook in
because cook numbed everything.
cook was familiar.
but to him, she was magic.
cook loved effy.
effy hurt cook.
hurt, hurt, hurt.
because effy hurt people.
and cook didnt care.
he wanted her, every part of her.
the pretty part, the funny part, the sexy part.
the fucking crazy part
that stands in the middle of traffic and
is
not
scared.
except she's scared.
and he's scared.
and that's just how it goes, isn't it?
"it's you and me, babe.
it's always gonna be
you and me."