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“I would never dream of hurting your family.” “You might not intend to. That doesn’t mean it won’t happen.”
People die. Art lives forever. It’s the perfect, silent companion.
Let me hold you. When you wake up screaming, I’ll be there. I’ll fight your demons for as long as you need me to.” “Do you promise?” Willow whimpers. “I swear on my fucking life. No one will ever hurt you again.”
“You’re human,” he whispers. “Being human doesn’t make sense.” “What do you mean?” “We mourn things that don’t exist and chase dreams that will never materialise. We cry when we’re happy and laugh when we’re sad. Our whole existence is imperfect.”
“I’m so sorry for being a mess.” “Stop apologising,” Micah murmurs. “We can be messes together.”
He releases a regretful sigh. “I’ve been in denial for a long time. It was easier to act like it’s normal to get so low, you don’t even want to be alive.”
“If I can survive, then so can you. Don’t make my mistake. Don’t lock people out and spend your life alone. It hurts less, but it isn’t living. I don’t want to be alone anymore.” “You don’t?” I whisper. “I want to live. I think I always did, otherwise I wouldn’t still be here.”
he says with fire. “I see a mama bear determined to protect her baby, and the strongest woman I’ve ever met.” “You’re wrong. I’m broken.” “Broken wings can still fly. You are living proof of that.” My throat constricts. “All I can do is fall.” “I’ve got you, and I’m never letting go. None of us are. We’re here to catch you if you fall and help you get back up again. That’s what family is for.”
“You’re hurting right now,” he explains simply. “Sometimes the only way to make sense of the pain
we feel on the inside is to see it physically on the outside.”
