"... No one forced him-Sadly, he did it to his own accord."
“…I said tell me it’s not his fault.”
She looked him dead in the eyes, as if she was prepared to use him as a sacrifice to summon Lucifer from the depths of hell itself
"... Love, you brought the book to me. I don't tell lies.....sometimes-"
“well there’s still 3 more books which means something happens. “
".. Thre-, THREE?!.....Oh dear Christ-"
“ha, you should see the fucking Harry Potter books. How many are there now? Like 10?”
"... Fair point."
“Exactly. So what now?”
"... I'm going to be honest, I've run out of ideas. I mean I'm not about to sit through that man other books THAT long, and plus, well- what can we even do right now?"
“…sleep.”
And she does it again, sleep in 0.0000000000000001 seconds right then and there
