Carefully placed on her pillow in her now empty room, Bette finds a carefully folded piece of paper… It’s from Tina..

You are crushed beneath yourself

I give you nothing & it crushes you

If you steal what might have been given

No maiden will come looking for it back.

A gift I would give as a gift

Would never be so poisonous & deadening to a soul

You do need a saviour

Though you miss the one who might save you.

Her health fails

Her eyes close

Her heart does not explode

It has been numb for longer than ever.

What will happen when I tell you how hard it has been to be with you

And feel nothing of which you speak?

Your heart might kick over begin even to idol?

At that moment a part of you will stop idling

Perhaps.

You do not love yourself

Crushed, you admire what you cannot see in yourself

And so you are crushed.

I don’t want it to be such

At all, I am weary of it

I want to be the admirer

But everything in this world seems so dead

No,

I can’t rest at all

There are no arms to rest in

And that just might be how it is.

Nothing sounds nice to me

It sounds beautiful to me.

My words of few

My few haven’t harmed more than the dreams of a vampire

They have been open and unassuming

That is how I talk.

If your ears hear death

Then don’t come near

But you will have walked away from a trusting hand

If you stay and try to block out the screams

I really will have said nothing to you.

You are not a lover, no

If you cannot love yourself.

Silent is the woman

That love could not give

She is silent

As silent as an image

Of a loveless girl

I know you loved me,

But you love like love is a sin.