tell me you believe..

"My name is Effy."

"I'd introduce myself back but it seems that you already know who I am."

"Ouch, Veronica kind of takes that as an insult, Brooklyn. We can’t all be pretty little fairies you know."

"What.. Who are you?"

"Then I guess being dark is just how I am."

"But how are you so dark on the inside?"

"Why are you so light?"

"I'm not really sure, I guess it's just how I am."

People don’t care, Veronica, they don’t care if someone is dying or if they’re mentally fucked… The world is a cold place. Much colder than I remember, at least in my day most people had respect for their fellow — Why is that person staring at us?

"Why are you so.. dark?"

oh, are you in one often?

I'm not a patient but I'm always visiting. They tell the greatest stories there.

Checking myself into a mental ward. Fun stuff.

Oh! I love the people in mental wards! They are so fun to talk to.

Why? Why would you do that?

Because it was lovely, you should have seen it.

"Okay, then. Good for you." 

"But, how are you Luce?"

"Wake up, sweetheart.. Wake up so you can tell me why you are asleep on my porch."

"Huh? ..Oh, sorry. I got really tired and I don't know, I don't remember even coming up to your porch."

Can I ask what you're doing here?

I was looking for Emrys but I see he's not here.

"Sorry. Was I suppose to care?" 

"No, I was just rambling about random stuff."