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It has always been better to remain quiet than risk speaking words no one believes.
I can’t breathe, ever. Why can’t anyone see that? Can they not see me turning purple? The hands of my mind choking me?
“Life left you empty so that you’d have room to fill it. We are only hollow if we allow ourselves to remain that way.”
I’d always thought it was beautiful, his grief. A living reminder of a love lost too soon.
“They say I’m dead on the inside.” “They call me cursed. I wonder which is worse?”
“I had to learn how not to live for the trauma and loss. I’m living in spite of it. Don’t let him win.”
I’ve always believed love is like water, the way it flows between bodies and souls. You can’t stop the flow of it because one pathway is closed off. It just finds another exit.
Every man I have ever loved has either disappeared, died, or lost their mind.
“Silas, I promise to be your peace when the world provides only war. To be your secret keeper and safe haven. Today, I vow to be the one person who accepts you for who you are and who you will become.” She glances up at me, holding my gaze as she speaks the last line. “Till death do us part.”
“On this day, I vow to make your rage my own, to weather the storm of your revenge and keep you forever safe. I promise to stand by you. No matter what comes, you will never be alone. Till death do us part.”
“Does this make us even, baby? You letting me use your body? You think I’m gonna let you go after this? That smart mouth of yours is mine to fuck. This cunt will be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And when I’m feeling fucking sadistic, I’ll shove my cock in that tight ass just ‘cause I can.” I seethe. “We’ll never be even,” I tease, my voice a hushed whisper in the darkness.
“You’re my wife, Coraline Hawthorne. If I want to cover myself in the blood of a thousand more men to protect you, I will,” I tell her. “They cannot hurt you without having to answer to me.”
“I drink bourbon.” The muscles in his jaw twitch, voice smooth like liquid night. “And I don’t eat meat.” I try to hide the shock on my face but find it difficult as I look up at him. The bourbon, I knew about. He’s got a cart in his office, stocked with ice nightly, but the meat? “Since when?” I ask. Silas looks down, the harshness in his eyes softening, and like it’s no big deal, like it’s the simplest thing in the world, he says, “Since you told me you don’t like the smell.”
Silas does not make me feel cursed. He makes me feel loved.
