Nothing about me expected you.
And yet, from locking eyes with you, you felt inevitable. Thanos.
So here I am, cursing your existence. An imaginary creature breathing real air. You were not supposed to be a real thing. I made you up; taking parts and pieces in my mind and crafting the perfect tin man. Yet here you are, flesh and blood and broken and beautiful. Demanding space and time and acknowledgement. Taking attention and turning it into oxygen. Becoming breathable.
I am doomed.
"It is written on the stars."
"What? Marriage has come up already?"
"It has not been discussed or even mentioned. But yes, it has come up."
May my surrender be swift and graceful... However, I'm pretty sure it'll be a cage fight till the end.
Spoils to the victor.
Let's go.
Dewberry
