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Andrew was hungry for it. Take him away and he starved.
They’re just meant to hurt. Like a paper cut—a tiny sting that meant nothing more than I’m alive I’m alive I’m alive.
Other people existed only in Thomas’s periphery, but the Perrault twins eclipsed his entire galaxy. There was something intoxicating about meaning that much to one person. Addictive.
Andrew couldn’t help noticing that not one adult had asked Thomas if he was all right.
But Dove could be tossed into anything and she’d bounce. Andrew was a glass figurine. Drop him and he shattered.
Andrew wanted that—to be so full of fierce life it spilled over his edges.
It was strange, Andrew thought, how when something moved in the dark, everyone’s first instinct was to go inside and hide under the covers. As if monsters couldn’t open doors and crawl into bed with you.
What were twins, if not one to shout and one to whisper?
Aww
Andrew thought of the scars Thomas hid, the brutal stories he delivered like jokes, the way it took nothing to convince him to drink, how distrust caged his heart, how once he’d said all parents slap their kids around sometimes. Andrew had said no they didn’t. Thomas had looked genuinely surprised, and it had gutted Andrew.
“I like how you are. There’s an entire world of ink and magic stuffed inside your head, and I think it’s beautiful. I just wish everything didn’t hurt you so much.”
If the trees belonged to Thomas, midnight was in love with Andrew.
Having a crush on Thomas would be a little like putting a blade to your mouth and then being surprised when it cut you.
“Snap out of it. Hysterics will do nothing for you, you entitled little shit.”
damnn
Her eyes shone, amber and glossy. “You should’ve chosen me.”
He needed Thomas, needed their lungs sewn inside each other so he could remember how to breathe. He needed to take words from Thomas’s mouth and put them in his own so he had something to say.
AddicT
“It’s shitty that it has to be luck to be loved as you are,” Andrew said.
He knew how to ruin Thomas the same way Thomas knew how to ruin him. They could be so beautiful to each other. They could be so cruel.
Instead of feeling the soft, forgiving skin of his stomach, he felt vines growing through his intestines. They shifted under his touch, still growing as they twisted and tightened around another organ.
They took her away. They didn’t even ask him if they could.
I loved her like she was my family. But I love you … like you’re my whole world.”
He thought maybe you could love someone so much you ruined them, and then you ruined yourself.
