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death was inevitable. It chased everyone from the moment of the first drawn breath and caught them at their last.
a killer jawline, pun’s intention yet to be decided.
No, she wasn’t scared. She was angry. Mildly aroused, which was disturbing in its own way, but not scared.
Curiosity was her catnip, mystery her narcotic.
the human psyche was endlessly fascinating and so vastly unexplored, it could become addicting trying to understand human minds.
young, mostly physically fit students had to fall back on the good old means of transportation—their feet.
“Insanity is a spectrum,” he answered, like he was in class and provoking her. “We’re all a little mad here.”
People can take our lives, our homes, our reputations, but they cannot take our names. No matter what tragedies we face, what we lose, this name stays with us.”
her body confused between the signals of fight, flight, or fuck,
It was suspicious. As sad as it was, the guy was either married or a spy.
Salem had always thought nothing could beat death, that nothing could be immortal. She’d been wrong. Love, deep, true love, was immortal.
Death still was inevitable, but life was more beautiful somehow because of it.
