Here we are, another day in November, and already, I can see the strain on you. So desperate, so needy, and we're not even halfway through. You thought you'd be strong enough, didn't you? But now, every single day, that ache only grows stronger, doesn't it? And knowing that I'm the one keeping you trapped there, helpless... it drives you mad.

Here we are, another day in November, and already, I can see the strain on you. So desperate, so needy, and we're not even halfway through. You thought you'd be strong enough, didn't you? But now, every single day, that ache only grows stronger, doesn't it? And knowing that I'm the one keeping you trapped there, helpless... it drives you mad.