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It has always been better to remain quiet than risk speaking words no one believes.
“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.
“How can I judge the way you choose to kill your sadness?”
but the truth is moving on isn’t a one-size-fits-all formula.
Silas Hawthorne is the keeper of secrets. The unstoppable force and immovable object. Silent water, with unknown depths filled with mysteries he will take to his grave.
Zugzwang.
“It means you’re mine now, Hex.”
“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.”
This is my Garden of Eden, and I’ll sin every time if it looks like her.
“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.”
“You’ll crawl.”
“I think you might be my love language, Hex.”
“Hexadecimal.”
I was never a big physical touch person until I met Silas and he showed me how to love it. Now, I feel like I can't be in the same room as him and not be touching him.
"You are everything, Silas Hawthorne. Everything."
“You’re not a curse, baby. You’re a fucking blessing.”
