H: Who am I, to you?
F: ...
H: Silence. Silence isn't a good thing; is it, now?
F: Not necessarily.
H: Elaborate.
F: I'm silent because I have no answer to your question.
H: No answer? I'm nothing, then. Nothing.
F: You should stop jumping into conclusions.
H: ...
F: *stares into H's eyes* I have nothing to say, because I don't want to label you as my "anything". I don't want to limit who you are/can be to me. Let there be no restrictions. Let there..
H: Okay.
F: I haven't finished talking.
H: Good.
F: ?
H: I don't want you to finish, now you've said what you said. If you do, you're indirectly giving me a definition, thus labeling. Let me stay "undefined".
F: :)
H: :)
"Let me be what you want me to be; your pleasure is mine, what you desire, I shall provide. I'll be your everything, as long as you swear upon the ground you walk on, the dirt your ancestors claimed, and the blood running in your veins, that your soul and mine: tied for eternity"
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