She had a big heart. Big enough for the both of us. Had to be. I wasn’t even human when we first met. I never expected that to change. She reached out and found something I didn’t even know was there. She never hurt anybody. She was innocent, and she died a brutal death. And I can’t… Fix it. But I know I have to try… Here in Miami with the people who knew her. And who… who cared about her. And who loved her.
Like I did.
So addicted to Dexter. Want more.
(Source: glimmeries, via razorbladesandcelebrations)
