Rocco:

WE SHOULDN’T WORK

Everything about her is exactly what I don’t need.

What I shouldn’t want.

I bury my need for her, my desire, and everything in between.

I thought my heart was destroyed long ago,

too tortured to ever feel love.

I’m a soldier.

I feel nothing.

Damned for all eternity because of what I do.

But when it comes to protecting her,

there is nothing that stands in my way.

There is nothing I won’t do.

Even sacrifice myself, if that’s what it takes.

Sloane:

HE’S A MAN OF HONOR.

A vigilante.

Surrounded in darkness.

Some would say he’s a ghost.

His soul maybe damaged, but his

eyes tell a different tale.

And in them I see the light.

He doesn’t want to be saved.

And if my soul isn’t his to take,

how to explain that to my heart?

I didn’t get the memo.

It doesn’t stand a chance.

But then again, not every fairy tale

ends the way we want.

Especially this one.