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“There are twenty-seven bones in the human hand. Breathe in her direction again, and we’ll find out whether I can break them one at a time.”
“I’ve always wanted to see what a real human heart feels like in my hands. Keep talking, and I’ll get to find out.”
“At the beginning, middle, and end, you’re the only one I’ll ever want.
“I’ve seen every single part of you. All the broken parts—even the parts you hate, and I’m still going to stay.”
“Helping someone means having their back even when people try to pit you against them. Caring about someone means believing them when they say they got hurt.”
Throughout my life, I’ve faced so many things I didn’t deserve—things that shouldn’t happen to anyone. If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that I do not deserve this man. I don’t deserve the way he makes the pain go away. I don’t deserve how he looks at me like he might actually love me. I don’t deserve the life he could give me.
I don’t want to be her grief. I don’t want to be any part of the reason she feels the need to curl her fingers into fists or keep her walls up around herself. I don’t even want to be her everything. I want her heart to beat easily the second she wakes up in the morning. I want her to smile for the sake of smiling. Laugh, cry tears of joy, skip around until she’s shitting fucking rainbows. I want her to be happy. And if everyone has to die for that to happen, then I better get good at digging graves.
