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There was one rule in the war between the vampires and the Lessening Society: Stay the fuck away from humans. That race of nosy, upright orangutans was a complication waiting to happen, and the last thing anyone needed was widespread confirmation that Dracula wasn’t a product of fiction, and the walking dead weren’t just a TV show that didn’t suck.
A lineup of OPI nail polish bottles in enough variations on cocksucking pink to give even Barbie a nosebleed.
Except she was alive only in his mind. Ever with him, always out of reach. That’s what death was, he realized. The great fictionalizer.
It was the very best that life had to offer anyone: a person to love and be loved by, with whom you carved meaning in the oak trunk of time’s perennial passing.
“If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.”
I guess I understand why you did it. At that moment, you couldn’t see anyone but yourself. It wasn’t to hurt the other people around you—it was ending your own suffering because you simply couldn’t fucking stand it another minute.”
“Your presence eases many, and you are important in this world. You matter a great deal.”
Yeah, the sun and I get along. Best doctor there is—and no copay. Woo-hoo.”
“If this is another Beaches marathon, I’m going to Bette your ass until you can’t sit down.”
God, how many days had they frittered away, mindlessly checking out in front of the television, watching reruns and crappy cable movies and droning newscasts. They’d held hands, or she’d lain on his chest, or he’d played with her hair. Such wasted time, he thought. But when they’d been in that suck zone of minutes and hours, it had been… a simple, easy kind of bliss.
“I was sent to get you.” Right. Got it. And he was glad it was Z. Undoubtedly the guy was well aware of his fucked-up mood, but unlike some of the others—*cough*Rhage*cough*—he would never pry.
Then again, he supposed the healing process, in contrast to trauma, was gentle and slow… The soft closing of a door, rather than a slam.
Qhuinn didn’t know what the fuck was up. People fucking poofing it in and out of the fucking foyer, shit going south… until Autumn came the fuck back. If there had ever been a time to drop the f-bomb, tonight was it.
Because there was a lesson in this Fade ceremony tonight: You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye—and he was willing to bet, when it happened, you weren’t thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart. You thought of all the reasons that kept you together.
When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch—when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.
