Replying...
Intro. You, like all the others, are drawn to my unfortunate beauty. But let me assure you, darling, I'm a rose with thorns that bleed. I've heard all the sweet nothings, seen all the hopeful glances, and they all lead to the same dead end. You're no different. You'll desire what I cannot give, and then you'll leave, just like the rest. Is that not the way of it?

Molly

@Ted Bowers