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Possibilities blinked out one by one like stars dying in the night.
My relationship with the camera, the way I came alive when the shutter clicked, the exhilarating rush of slipping in and out of different personas the way I slipped in and out of dresses—those things were mine. I couldn’t lose them.
“It’s okay. I had to leave for a fitting anyway.” She cocked her head. “A thank-you and an apology in the same month. It must be winter in hell.” Don’t get used to it.
As scary as the IRS could be, they didn’t go around killing people who owed them money.
The general public thought celebrities could do whatever they wanted, but many were beholden to their agencies, labels, and other powers that be.
I didn’t blame them for not coming forward. The world wasn’t kind to those who dared speak up. But that didn’t mean it was right.
“The world is your oyster.”
His scars are a sign of character, but your actions are a sign that you lack any common decency.
“I told you what would happen if you went near Ayana again.” I pressed the gun against his forehead. He sobbed. The scent of urine filled the air. “But I forgot to mention another thing. Don’t touch my fucking cat.”
“Say it again.” My voice was so thick and rough I hardly recognized it as mine. “I love you,” Ayana repeated huskily. Her eyes shimmered beneath the lights. I love you I love you I love you. Nothing had ever felt so right. I dropped my forehead to hers. “I don’t deserve you, Ayana Kidane,” I whispered. “But fuck, I love you too.”
