Hexed (Never After, #6)

by Emily McIntire

For anyone who’s felt unseen.

Men are so easy.

You can’t ever count on a man, but you can always count on the poison that will kill him…or whatever that saying is.

That’s the thing about grief, I guess. It steals the air from your lungs just as you’ve finally figured out how to breathe.

And eventually, things you ignore grow roots too strong, their weeds all but impossible to dig out.

That’s what she is to me: a work of art.

“Just because something looks like freedom doesn’t mean it’s not a cage.”

“It’s amazing how fast you learn to shutter emotions when you’re protecting someone you love.”

The humor is a way to drag yourself back out, to find a little hope when everything around you feels like it’s pushing you down.

“In a different life”—I bend until my mouth is centimeters from hers—“I would do anything to make you mine, and I’d bring you any person who’s wronged you and make them beg for death at your feet. All you’d have to do is say the word.”

I’m a big believer that time is an illusion and doesn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things,

If there’s one thing a man will do, it’s disappoint you.

but I guess that’s why we record things: so we can experience memories we were never truly part of.

Sometimes things happen beyond explanation, beyond what we believe to be realistic. The universe doesn’t give a fuck about any of that.

It’s rare that good things last, and people are great at being their own downfalls,

I wonder if she realizes she holds all the power here, that I would crawl on my knees to be wherever she is.

Because life’s too short to not hold the ones you love close.

it’s that life can be taken from you in the blink of an eye. Things can mold, and maneuver, and change, and we either learn to adapt, or we go down without a fight.

There’s nothing like death to make you want to live.