Ey carumba!

"The rumba is a vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her like the skin on her side is your reason to live. Let her go, like your heart is being ripped from your chest. Bring her back like you're going to have your way with her, right here on the dance floor. And then finish, like she's ruined you for life. "

I want out and more, all at the same time.

Moonlight Sonata on repeat for the past hour or so. So fucking dark and angsty; a requiem for the soul.

***

As if reading his thoughts, she whispered brokenly, "God damn you, Mulder, not everything is about you. This is about me. This is about us."