Feel that burn?
See that red, that white?
See her words?
You're living, Catherine.
You're alive.
You're bleeding and seeing and hurting and knowing.
Especially knowing.
You know what it means when she gets who you thought didn't exist.
You know what it means when she ignores what pain she inflicts.
You know what it means when he doesn't say hello first.
You know, Catherine.
You know.
You hear her crying because she doesn't get her way.
You hear him give her what she wants.
You see him disappear.
You bleed this knowledge out.
It's seeping down your arm in miniscule, miniature drops.
You can feel it burn.
It burns to know.
It burns to see.
It burns to hear.
This burn is your love.
There will never be someone who can do this for you.
There will never be someone to make you burn.
You are not worth that.
You are worth so much more, and they can't give you what you need.
This blade can.
This blade is all you need to live, Catherine.
Take it.
It's all for you.
I'm all you have.
Love me.
Use me.
I'll never leave.