still relax when she needs to. I stare at her eyes and watch them shine as I tell her, and I think that she understands what I mean. When I finish, she smiles again: Glory. And there's that tooth once again - it bites into my heart. My heart, which was frozen by the ice of her eyes, melts into a puddle inside me.
Glory squeezes my arm and leans in a bit closer. She whispers, can you introduce me?