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Death isn’t the enemy. It’s time.
Thatcher doesn’t walk; he glides, floating on his massive ego.
“Will you stop chewing so fucking loud?” Alistair says as he kicks the shit out of Rook’s rolling chair next to me with a loud thud.
“By the power vested in me by the state of Oregon, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The judge sighs, like this is her least favorite part. “You may now kiss the bride.”
“You’re going to let me hold a loaded gun to your head while you—”
This is my Garden of Eden, and I’ll sin every time if it looks like her.
may suck at this emotional stuff and connecting with people. I get that. But one thing I can promise you is that no matter what, I’ll believe you. Your voice is the sound I trust most in the world.”
Fucking Silas was the equivalent of head empty, no thoughts.
“What’s your favorite color, Silas?” Instead of answering, he lifts his hand, removing the wedding band on his finger and tilting it into the light so I can see the engraved marking along the inside. “dd4a3d?” “It’s a hex code.” Silas slides the ring back on, reaching forward to brush a piece of hair behind my ear. “For the orangish-red color named Coraline. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. All of it.”
"I'm your favorite color?" "You're my favorite everything, Hex."