"I Believe in You"
She keeps me alive. She keeps the demon in me at bay . . .
Only she can do that. Especially since —
That was the best thing she could give me — the only thing she could give me. She's amazing. So strong, so powerful, so — so sad.
It's the sadness, the lonliness, that gives her the power.
But even with that power, she still feels so alone, helpless, frightened. I want to help her, but I don't know how.
Even with that fear, she still —
Right now, it's what both of us need. I readily admit that. I need it. I need her. And right now, if there's ever a time in her life, she needs it, needs me, but God help her, she would never admit to it.
She swore against it, against me, but she was lying. She knew all along but she refused to say it. She was so scared . . . and still —
I thanked her once for it . . . before —
That's all that's keeping me going lately. In the face of death, in the shrouds of evil cloaking the earth, that's all I need.
She saved me. She saved me from the monster inside me.
I can never thank her enough.
With those simple words, she gave me the world . . . her world was now a place I felt I belonged . . .
Those simple words. That's all it took to save me. A few simple words.
She brought the world to me, placed it in my hands. She gave me everything. She gave me life.
All with a few simple words —
I believe in you, Spike.