bonded by death;

No, Elena. This guy’s dangerous.

Dear Diary, I am not a believer. People are born, they grow old, and then they die. That’s the world we live in. How can I deny what’s right in front of me? Someone who never grows old, never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can’t be explained. Girls bitten, bodies drained of blood.“

Dear diary, I’m not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die. That’s the world we live in, but how can I deny what’s right in front of me? Someone who never grows old, never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can`t be explained, girls bitten and bodies drained of blood.

                                     Bring me back. Just remember to bring me back.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena