> You peak out the window and spot them, you don't like hurting people, you don't want to hurt anyone, but some lines have to be crossed in order to survive, you stand and grab your knife, you then step outside. The punks make threats at you, claim they'll "fuck you up freak" but you just keep walking until you're a few feet from them, and you stop, pulling your knife in full view, some lines just have to be crossed, you think, and with that, you cross it as your blade meets flesh by your hand once again, none ever said New York was a easy place to live.

That's for me to know, and you too find out

*He pats his kitty head and nods off*

I think i'm gonna just, lay down *he picks up Yurt and puts him on his chest* Perfect, goodnight Oswald

Sometimes I wonder why i'm talking to a cat

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth Sir? For shame

I couldn't have said it better myself

*He starts petting him* See kitty? Your mom is scary when she has a knife

*He pats the bed* Come on kitty, I could use some purple cat like love right about now

*He watches her go and sits back in the bed, it takes about 1.3 seconds before he already regreats letting her leave* ....Where's my purple cat when you need him

If you insist on going...take my knife, it's a good luck charm *He grabs her hand* Just be careful, if you get killed because of me you better atleast haunt my house...*He ends up just gently holding her hand* I love ya Del...

I'm not just gonna let you go you know...and if you get killed? Then what? You're not stupid Del...we don't know where he'd be...Just don't leave...not yet...I need to give you something

Dl...please just...sit with me...I-I was going to die, if whatever chased him off didn't do it then and there, fire...is one of the few things that will kill me, for good......and all I could think about...was you

Love..please don't go after him...I'm not human anymore...this won't kill me...you are, and I can't let you risk your life for me..*he tries to sit up, still gripping her hand* I don't wanna lose you...

...If I tell you...don't get any ideas love...that's how I ended up here, I told them not to bother us again...but...he had a scar on his right eye, and a jacket with a J on it, and a saw a yellow smiley face on the back, black hair too, he has his own gang I guess, since he said I killed them...I think he was looking for someone else

*He sorta rubs at his bandages, getting stabbed isn't fun*....Are you ok Del? You didn't get burned did you?

*He squeezes he hand* Ok love...just...be careful...my blood..don't let it on you

N-No Del...please..you'll hurt yourself...These will heal..with time...*He reaches for her hand* I'll be ok...

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Oh my *he holds on with his working arm*...I had no idea idea...you were so strong...love...I didn't have to carry that piano after all huh...I didn't see...what made the man leave...I blacked out I think...I'm sorry miss Del...