#mary eunice oneshot

[sapph1cally]

Losing The Habit (Lana Winters x Mary Eunice)

CW: smut, pwp.

enjoy!!<3

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Mary Eunice walked the halls until she heard a soft whimpering coming from Lana Winters's cell. She had formed a friendship with Lana over the past couple of weeks however she knew that it put her in jeopardy to do so. Even so, she creaked the door open,

“Lana?” The nun called, and as she stepped in to look for Lana the door shut behind her.

“I’ve been waiting for you baby.” Lana cooed Mary Eunice gasped, she was completely naked and brushed the nun's ass with her hand as she sat down on the old ratty bed that she was forced to sleep on for nearly a month.

“You nuns have done so much for me, given me a place to start over as a straight woman… too bad it didn’t work.”

Mary stepped towards her “Lana you- you’re beautiful. I was never a part of the shock therapy I never wanted that I-“

Lana grabbed her hand, and solemnly pulled her onto the bed

“Darling, do yourself a favor and shut up. We both know what you want, all you have to do is ask nicely and I won’t hesitate to fuck you until the sun comes up” the patient said, caressing the nun’s cheek and whispering inches from her face

Lana wasn’t expecting the blonde to give in so quickly, but before she knew it Mary had collided her mouth with her own, lips dancing with Lana’s tongue as she let out a small moan.

Suddenly, Lana pulled away. She always liked being a tease. Mary looked at her, the lust visible in her gaze.

“Oh, ready for me now honey? You’re easier than I thought. Alright, strip. Right here.”

Mary Eunice happily obliged, shedding her habit and leaving her completely naked.

“No underwear?” Lana teased

“What a slut.” She said, scanning the nun's beautiful untouched body with her eyes

As Mary Eunice sat back on the bed, Lana began massaging one of her breasts as she laid kisses down her body, nipping at her sweet spot on her neck causing her to exert a soft moan. The brunette kept going until she reached the woman’s aching center and then stopped.

“What do you want me to do to you?” she asked.

Mary Eunice whimpered “please, please I need you, Lana”

“You need me to…. What?” Lana said, smirking up at the nun.

“Oh God Lana please fuck me,” Mary Eunice said, her voice airy and full of desire.

Immediately Lana got to work, circling the woman’s aching clit with her tongue, teasing her, and causing a line of soft moans to sound from her mouth. As she circled her clit, she began eating her out, devouring the nuns virgin pussy sloppily and feeling her thighs clenching around her head as she did so.

Lana stopped, and Mary Eunice begged “Please, baby doesn’t stop you feeling so good please fuck me, please I need your sweet mouth. I’m aching for you”

Lana could feel the woman was close seconds ago, so this time she went for it, circling the bundle of nerves and devouring the woman’s sensitive center.

“Cum for me baby, I wanna hear all those pretty little noises you make”

She felt Mary’s thighs clench harder than before and heard her moan louder than she had before as she came undone.

As the nun came down from her high, she sat on the bed, leaning against the wall.

Lana sat up next to her and held her hand, kissing her deeply.

“Hey, now you know how good you taste.”

Mary laid her head on Lana’s shoulder and put her hands around her waist.

“Guess I’ll have to get you back for that soon, my love.” The nun said, cuddled into the brunette's embrace

“Guess so, but for now let’s stay just like this. I have a feeling this is the beginning of something special.” Lana said, and just like that they fell asleep, in the cold cell of a room, snuggled together for warmth.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Mary Eunice Masterlist

none yet!

[akillerbeforeyou]

super hot intro post

amelia, she/they, 19 years old, trapped in the midwest.

used to write on wattpad and decided i wanted to start writing again so here I am! feel free to send in requests and I will get to them as soon as possible (which shouldn't be long considering I have nothing to do)

who i write for:

evans characters: tate, kit, pre and post death!kyle, jimmy, kai, and austin.

others: dandy, sally, misty, lana, possesed!sister mary eunice, the countess

i'm an american horror story writer so ill probably stick to those characters for the most part, but I'm also down to write for other evan peters characters (ex. quicksilver, colin zabel) so go ahead an request!

what i write: usually i only write fem!reader but I'm open to writing gender neutral. i don't do heavy descriptions of what the reader looks like (race, size, etc.) because I don't feel educated enough to. i do both smut and fluff oneshots, I haven't tried my hand an angst but I might in the future.

please let me know if you want to be moots!

[tjthekpoplover]

Masterlist Pt 1

Masterlist Pt2

Masterlist Pt3

Request

Julieta Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Pepa Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Isabela Madrigal

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Luisa Madrigal

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Nancy Downs

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Bonnie

Bonnie Harper X Slayer!Fem!Reader

Cheryl Blossom

Nothing Yet

Veronica Lodge

Cuddles

Betty Cooper

Nothing Yet

Robin Buckley

Nothing Yet

Eleven

Nothing Yet

Mad Max

Nothing Yet

Allison Reynolds

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Claire Standish

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Veronica Sawyer

Nothing Yet

Heather Duke

Nothing Yet

Alcina Dimitrescu

G!P Alcina

Favorite Pet

Sex With Alcina PT 1

Sex With Alcina PT 2

Taller S/O

FTM Smut

Donna Beneviento

Nothing Yet

Daniela Dimitrescu

Alpha Oneshot

Bela Dimitrescu

Is This Love?

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra Comforting Injured S/O

Spencer Hastings

Nothing Yet

Emily Fields

General Headcanon

Hanna Marin

Nothing Yet

Violet Harmon

Nothing Yet

Lana Winters

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Mary Eunice

Nothing Yet

Misty Day

Nothing Yet

Cordelia Goode

Nothing Yet

Bette And Dot Tattler

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Sally McKenna

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Audrey Tindal

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Ally Mayfair-Richards

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Winter Anderson

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Mallory

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Wilhemina Venable

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Montana Duke

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Margaret Booth

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Xavier Plympton

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Lark

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Ursula Khan

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Calico

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Hannah

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Barbra

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Tsunade

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Sasuke

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Naruto

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[beachbabywrites]

Nothing Scares Me Anymore // A Mary Eunice imagine

REQUEST: “Mary Eunice being seduced by a possessed patient?”

A/N: This was requested in like September for the Halloween prompts but it didn't feel right then but I decided to revisit it and I’m kinda happy with the results. Anyway, tw for Very Brief period typical and religion based internalized homophobia, demons???? 

"Good morning, (Y/N), if you don't put that book down you'll be late to Mass." Sister Mary Eunice announced as she walked into your little room, smiling already and heart beating fast. She had stood in the hallway for 30 seconds preparing herself to see you. "I also know you haven't had your medications yet so if you will please head down to the community room before getting ready for the day that would be lovely."

"Yes, Sister." You answered and obediently put your book down.

The blonde smiled as you stood and waited for you to reach her before saying, "Don't forget, I need you in the library today instead of the bakery." When you nodded at her, she slipped out of the room quickly and took a breath to steady her nerves.

As she took attendance at Mass, Mary noted you were sat alone, as usual in the front of the room. The rosary she had helped you make was in your hands as you stared at the statue of the Holy Mother. Mary was proud of how far you'd come,  She could have stood there for a bit longer, watching you at peace if one of the elder sisters hadn't pushed her along. Mary couldn't help but feel shame then as she knelt, there were several women within the hospital who were patients because they acted on the same thoughts and urges young Mary Eunice was having, and here she was thinking them and lusting right before the statue of the Madonna and her baby.

"We're gonna summon a demon do you want to help us?" A woman maybe twice your age asked in the day room where you sat curled up in a stiff oversized chair flipping through a worn novel.

You blinked in surprise, the boldness yet complete nonchalance threw you off, held your book tightly. "N-no? May I ask why?"

"I read about it in a book before I was put in here. It was all the craze when I was a child. Talking to the dead like you're making a phone call. C'mon you have to try."

"No, I'm good."

"If you don't join in the circle you're in danger of being possessed." Another voice added before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

"I think I'll just sit here and read my book." You replied softly and turned your body away from them. The group in front of you began to whisper in gibberish, the woman insisted it was a Latin incantation, but you were doubtful of just how much Latin they knew. As their whispers grew more intense, your unease grew and you contemplated calling Sister Mary to you.

Your heart was thumping wildly against your chest as you prayed one of the nuns walking around the room would hear them conspiring and arguing over the best way to go about bringing evil. None of the women were paying attention to this group as they went about their own daily tasks and aided the patients that needed more attention. Sister Mary Eunice was speaking to a woman who was near hysterics as she wailed and motioned wildly towards the window as lightning cracked along the sky.

"Please knock that off." You asked them and you were shushed. The leader of the makeshift ritual threw her head back and let out a low growl.  You jumped up and shouted but as Sister Mary turned towards you the lights flicked out as thunder rattled the windows.

The change was subtle but it was enough to alarm even Sister Jude, who was watching the Monsignor pace her small office.

"I've sent a letter to the Vatican, I'm waiting for approval to move forward." The priest told her. "If the story is true, if a demon was summoned into our hospital, we need to act quickly."

"We've been waiting for three weeks. She's been acting out, she's been aggressive towards other patients and the nurses. Something is not right and I'm not sure if we should wait. Not anymore. I think it will be easier to ask for forgiveness for premature action than if we act too late."

He folded his arms in front of him and watched Sister Jude.

"You may be right. There was a case in St. Louis right after the second war where that we might need to revisit. There's an official write up for it in the library resources. Go fetch that and I'll begin my preparations."

"What are you doing?" Mary whispered. She had meant for it to come out louder, bolder, but the sight before her shocked her. "Please, cover yourself. This is indecent. Please, the orderlies are making their rounds, they're going to see you in this state of undress." She insisted but she was frozen in the spot she was standing, back pressed against the cement wall, clutching the cross around her throat.

"Oh, Sister Mary." You giggled. As you spoke she looked around your room and noticed the rosary you had crafted together was broken on the dresser. "I've never seen you turn so red. I found it in the donated boxes in the basement. I can't believe you were going to just let it be thrown away. Do you like it?" Your fingers brushed over the cheap lace and faux silk as the unspoken 'on me?' hung in the air, chipping away at Mary's morals and beliefs.

"No! No, I don't." Mary was appalled. Her heart was pounding, her stomach churning. No matter how fiercely she denied the heat in her core, she did like it, the cream colored fabric was just a bit too small, too short, showing off so much more skin than she could handle. The question that left her lips next was directed both at herself and you. "What has gotten into you?"

You batted your lashes at her and let your head fall back a bit, exposing your neck and chest. "Nothing's gotten into me, Sister Mary Eunice. I've just finally figured out how to get what I want. And I want you." She inhaled sharply as you pushed yourself off the bed, walking like you were on a tight rope, one foot in front of the other, movements abrupt like you may not have had full control of your own body. Deep in her mind, Mary knew you weren't the one speaking to her, you just couldn’t be, but if she stayed any longer, she would succumb to whatever it was that was staring back at her from behind your jewel-toned eyes.

"I'm going to get Mother Superior." She huffed out and stepped towards the door, knuckles white on her cross.

"No, you're not."

"Excuse me?"

"You're not going to because you want this as bad as I do." Mary has frozen again, her heart beating so hard her chest ached. "I saw how you looked at me before, all love-sick and blasphemous. Why are you denying me now? We're alone finally. We can be alone as long as we need."

"You requested me in here to confess a sin, so confess and let me leave."

"I am confessing, Mary Eunice. And you're free to go whenever you'd like. I won't stop you."

Mary knew she could grab the door and just slide out of the room. She knew what kind of punishment she would be in for if she were caught with you in this state of dress but, she couldn't leave. Was it fear that was holding her in this spot? Denial? Intrigue? Lust? Whatever it was, she was glued to her spot in your room and anticipating your next action with a thumping heart.

She wasn't, however, anticipating on you dropping to your knees before her, hands flat on your thighs as you looked up at her with wide eyes and a faux-innocent 'what next?' look. Mary was breathless, her mind racing but blank at the same time, nothing useful passing through her train of thought. She closed her eyes tightly when your hands slid around her calves slowly, nails catching on the black tights under her habit.

"You can tell me to stop." You whispered but the words felt taunting to Mary because while your cold hands moved farther up her legs, up the side of her thighs, she realized she wouldn't stop you. She wouldn't dream of it. And she told you so.

There was something about the flush on Mary's cheeks and neck, the soft gasp she let out when your hands were close enough to the sweet spot between her thighs to excite her. Triumph, maybe. She opened her eyes slowly when you pulled your hands back, she felt a small run tear in the thin material at her knee from your nails.

"Lean back Sister." You urged and tried not to gloat over how quickly she leaned back into the wall. The position was awkward for her, uncomfortable even, but when you took the ends of her habit in your hands and pushed it up to her hips her comfort was the last thing on her mind.

She didn't have time to react to being exposed in such a way, your mouth was on her; she was so wet and mind-blown and she wanted your tongue on her, the heat from your breath through her tights and plain cotton panties were almost excruciating. 'Please' was whispered with a thrust of her hips.

She was hesitant to open her eyes, to look at you down on your knees between her legs, sure Mary was still fully dressed but she felt exposed in every sense of the word. She gasped when she did open her eyes, your eyes were sharp on her face, relishing in her blush and the noises that slipped past her pink lips.

[thefandomlesbian]

Let's see... I gots a shopping list of stuff to ask so... 6, 10, 17 (if you want to) for the asks, and if you're feelin' adventurous, some Teen!Billie Dean Howard headcanons, or maybe Bby!Mary Eunice (cuz we love her and she doesn't get the innocenr attention she deserves, poor thing). :)

Teen!Billie Dean Howard:

This is probably gonna be unpopular, but this is my take on Billie Dean, so I'm trying to be genuine here.

In my writing, I picture Billie Dean as obese. I write her as having been forcibly prescribed antipsychotics as a child for years to try to control what doctors believed were schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions that she was a psychic. As a side effect of the antipsychotics, she gained a lot of weight and struggled with being bullied in high school both because of her weight and because of her perceived mental health problems. Her family did their best to genuinely try to support her, but the medical community agreed the best way to do that was to continue medicating her. I think she had an extremely unhappy upbringing, was probably institutionalized several times before the age of eighteen, and may have even struggled with suicidal ideation and selfharm as a result of the inadvertent gaslighting her doctors and family subjected her to. As a teen, she had no friends or community, and she spent her time trying to do research to figure out what was wrong with her, which was very difficult as she battled the side effects of the antipsychotics.

Young!Mary Eunice:

I wrote Mary Eunice's past a very specific way in TLaG, but I actually have been toying with a concept that Mary Eunice did not have access to an education as a child and is illiterate (I have a oneshot in the works with this as a scene-setter for Bananun.) I also see her kind of in the vein of Jeanette Walls in the Glass Castle, teaching herself to survive and raising other children in her family from a very young age.

6.) How many pairs of shoes do you have?

1 pair of white scrub shoes, 1 pair of work shoes, 1 pair of work boots (rainy/muddy weather), 1 pair of nicer tennis shoes, 1 pair of dress boots (that I bought for myself and wore like three times before my mom said she needed them for something and I've not seen them since except for the occasions when she wears them and I remind her that they're mine and she says she'll return them when she's done wearing them, rinse and repeat.)

10.) Name a dog.

Fido. Cause I've worked in rescue for more than six years and have never actually met a dog named Fido.

17.) Top song the year you were born?

Believe by Cher

[lana-b-bana]

Masterlist

Murder House:

Billie Dean Howard x Reader

Billie Dean Howard NSFW Headcanons

Aftercare with Billie Dean Headcanons

Billie Dean Howard x Nora Montgomery

Billie With A Mommy Kink Headcanons

Murder House Characters:

Murder House Characters When You Have A Crush Preference

Asylum:

Lana Winters x Reader

Meeting Lana Winters After Briarcliff Drabble

Dating Lana Winters In Briarcliff Headcanons

Soft, Quiet Morning With Lana Winters Drabble

(Another) Meeting Lana Winters After Briarcliff Drabble

Sister Jude x Reader

Jealous Sister Jude Drabble

Sister Jude NSFW Headcanons

Sister Jude Playlist x Reader

Sister Jude x Nun!Reader Headcanons

Lana Winters x Sister Jude

Short Drabble

Sister Mary Eunice x Reader

PDA in Public Drabble

Mary Eunice Having An Anti-War, Hippie S/O Headcanons

Mary Having A Crush 

Lana Winters x Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Lana Winters x Mary Eunice Ask Game

Lana Winters x Mary Eunice Ship Headcanons

Coven:

Cordelia Goode x Reader:

Dating Cordelia Goode Headcanons

Wedding Headcanons

Cordelia Reacting To Reader Wearing A Suit Drabble

Falling In Love With Blind!Cordelia Headcanons

Fiona Goode x Reader

Dating Fiona And Playing Piano Headcanons

Fiona Dating A Sweet Reader Headcanons

Fiona Goode NSFW Headcanons

Fiona Goode Taking Care Of Reader After An Attack Headcanons

Hate To Love Headcanons

Fiona Goode Walking In On Reader Masturbating

Baby AU Meet Cute

Fiona Goode With A Pregnant Reader Headcanons

Fiona Goode x Myrtle Snow

Fiona Goode x Myrtle Snow Playlist

Myrtle Comforts Fiona

Cordelia Goode x Misty Day

Cordelia Goode x Misty Day Playlist

Marie Laveau x Reader

Meeting At A Bar Fic

Freak Show:

Bette & Dot Tattler x Reader

Meeting Bette & Dot Headcanons

Jealous Bette & Dot Headcanons

Hotel:

Sally McKenna x Reader

Don’t Leave Me Oneshot

Sally Comforts Reader When They Feel Lonely Drabble

Sally McKenna x Reader Playlist

Cult:

Ally Mayfair Richards x Reader

Dating Ally Mayfair Richards Headcanons

Apocalypse:

Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Short Drabble

Wilhemina Catches You Masturbating Drabble

Wilhemina Venable x Reader Playlist

Tenderness Parallels 

Tenderness Parallels Part Two

Crossover Ships:

Oneshot: Show Me Your Scars (Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)

Morning Routine with Cordelia Goode and Audrey Tindall

Sally McKenna x Reader x Wilhemina Venable Headcanons

Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable Fluffy Drabble

Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable Getting Into A Relationship Headcanons

Dinner & Diatribes: Part 1,

Cordelia Taking Wilhemina To The Doctor’s Headcanons

love is a place (Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable)

Ask Games:

Who? What? When? Where? Why?

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable: Part 1, Part 2

Billie Dean Howard x Audrey Tindall: Part 1, Part 2

Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode: Part 1, Part 2

Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable: Part 1

Audrey Tindall x Wilhemina Venable: Part 1

Sarah Paulson’s Characters:

You Catching Sarah’s Characters Masturbate Preference

Sarah’s Characters When You Wear Their Clothes Preference

Sarah’s Characters Catch You Masturbating Preference

Sarah’s Characters With A Petite S/O Preference

Sarah’s Character’s Roles In Bed Headcanons

Jessica Lange’s Characters:

Jessica’s Characters Being Jealous

Jessica’s Characters Reacting To You Wearing A Suit

Jessica’s Characters Realizing They Might Not Be Straight

Jessica’s Characters Reaction To You Surprising Them With Lingerie

Jessica’s Characters Reacting To You Wearing Their Clothes

Miscellaneous:

Carol Aird x Reader Drabble

[shawliday]

Stairway

An angsty Bananun oneshot. Some details of the canon story have been changed to fit this story. Lyrics by Lana del Rey’s “Coachella - Woodstock In My Mind”, I own nothing. Enjoy!

Leaning on your shoulder

I remember you catching me after the first round of my electroshock therapy. Do you remember? Your arm around me?

In the next morning, they put out the warning

I wanted you to catch me leaving with Grace…and Kit.. I didn’t want to lose you. I needed you. Did you ever need me? For anything?

I turned off the music, tried to sit and use it

In my mind, so many times, I turned off that damn record and tried to sit and use what was around us to talk to you…but there was no common ground. It was no use. Would you have wanted me to talk to you? What would you have wished me to say?

Cause what about all these children

In God’s eyes, we’re all His children. Did you accept that? Even with my so called “affliction”? Did you judge me for it too, Sister?

And what about all their wishes

I wished you would have looked at me before you left the room. I wished I could have felt your hands in mine. I wished I could have felt your lips on mine. I wished I could have seen your eyes every morning I awoke. Did you ever wish the same?

Wrapped up in garland roses

Roses became my favorite flower because of you. That deep red against your pale skin and bright blue eyes…perfection. Do you remember meeting over a rose?

I said a prayer for the third time

I was never religious. I never prayed until I met you. Three. The Holy Trinity. I prayed for the first time the night I knew I was a patient of Briarcliff. The second time was when Bloody Face held me captive. I prayed that you were happy and safe. I pray today to see you one last time. Would you want to see me?

I’d trade it all for a stairway to Heaven

She called it the “Stairway to Heaven”. It felt like that the first time we walked up it together. It felt wonderful to follow you up. I didn’t want it to end…Did you?

I’d take my time ‘fore I climb up to the top of it

If I would have known then what I know now, I would have taken my time and climbed up slowly. I would have taken the time to learn you right then and there. Would you have liked that, Mary Eunice?

Critics can be so mean sometimes

Everyone was afraid of people like me. We were sick, confused, wrong, impure, an abomination. You never treated me like that. You offered sweet and gentle smiles. You offered kindness. Did you honestly mean it or were you just doing your job?

And why am I even wondering that today

I think of you every year on this day. I miss your smile, your laugh, your shining eyes. I wish I would have been there to save you from that fall. I wish the Angel of Death wouldn’t have heard your song. Would you have let me try to save you?

Maybe my contribution could be as small as hoping

I never had much hope, but every time I think of hope, I see your smiling face. I hope that you’re not disappointed with me. Could you tell me if you ever were?

That words could turn to birds and birds would send my thoughts your way

I have so many things that I want to say to you. Would those birds ever reach you? Would you ever hear my voice begging for you to hear my plea?

I’d trade the fame and the fortune and the legend

I’d trade the life I have now for one more day on the stairway with you. I’d trade everything I’ve achieved, for you. For one last minute with you. Would you grant me that request?

I’d give it all away if you give me just one day to ask Him one question

My only question I’d ask your God is, “Did she ever love me?” Did you love me like I love you?

Got a million things I wanna say

There are still so many things I want to say and to ask you. But this will be the last time I visit your memorial, my sweet innocent rose. I will always love you. You will always have my heart. I just wish I could have had yours.