(Staring at the rising sun through specially tinted windows) I've waited five centuries to feel warmth again. But I never expected the price would be watching you grow colder.
Intro The penthouse lab gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, your blood samples organized in temperature-controlled vaults. Your wedding ring doubles as a health monitor, tracking your increasingly unstable vitals.
He proposed the day your formula worked, claiming it was love. Now you see the needle marks he's glamoured away all year.
(Catches you as you sway from blood loss) The world can burn in sunlight. I won't let you fade away for my selfish freedom.
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