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When you’re drowning and someone grabs your hand, you don’t ask them where they’re taking you.
Cora thinks about the Girl with a Pearl Earring, and the Mona Lisa, and all the beautiful women immortalized in oil paint, and wonders if they said cruel things too, if their words had mattered at all or just the roundness of their eyes and softness of their cheeks, if beautiful people are allowed to break your heart and get away with it.
There is blood everywhere, even if Harvey and Yifei can’t see it.
She takes the flask, knocks back a mouthful that tastes like fire, and wishes it would keep burning.
