Chapter 3
I look at the girl beside me and smile. It's hard not to when I love her more that that tailor ever could. I'm not giving her up – anyone that tries can be aquainted with my razor.
She chose me over him; I got rid of the remenant inside her, he gave up. I love her too much. I know she's not happy without her friends – the skeleton's crush was like her little sister. Still is.
I might change for her; as in join forces with her friends. It'll make her happy, and as long as she's happy I'm happy.