usurperpredator:

iamthefirechild:

She rubs her hands on her face. “Stanley.” Why was it so hard to tell him this one last thing? He liked the fire. The fire was the little thing. “I know. How you feel.” The words stumble out. “All the time, I know.”

“You’re a special girl, Summer.” He slid his fingers down her cheek, stroking slowly. “You’re beautiful, sweet, sensitive … a little stubborn, but it’s still beautiful… and… I think I love you.”

It was almost impossible to stop herself leaning into that gentle touch. “I know,” she said very softly. “That’s what I’m saying.” She closed her eyes, so she didn’t have to see his face, those blue, blue eyes. She’d still know, but she didn’t want to see. “I’m an empath, Stanley.”