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Why do these people have to use my own war to save others? Shouldn't we all be saved?
White is meant to be pure. It's meant to reflect innocence… but not here.
I may not have known love, but we can still learn it. We don't have to become our trauma. We don't have to become the people who made us.
That's the hold that Avery has on us. We'd all walk through fire and broken glass to save her. What a strange turn of events.
I just have little tolerance for ignorance, stupidity, and manipulation.
She relaxes slightly. "And what's the plan if they do try to take me?" "We kill them," the three of us say in unison.
"If you tell me you're fine, I'm going to bend you over the table and smack your ass right here."
It's right at this very moment that I'm thankful for dragging Theo here with me. Oddly enough, he's quite a calming presence for a psychopath. Or maybe it's because I'm a psychopath too.
Sometimes, the darkness is where we thrive, where we are reborn after finding ourselves. It hides all your flaws, engulfing you. And when you think you can't breathe, you become intoxicated by the freedom it offers.
"My fallen angel," Grey whispers, fucking me harder. "You fell right into the Devil's arms."
"She's a dark horse. Imagine what will happen when she finally takes hold of that pain and runs with it. Imagine what she can become."
"I should tell you to run," I reply. "But I fear I'd just chase you now."
Touch her and I'll make your nightmares seem like a happy place. I'll burn everything and everyone without blinking. They will beg for death because it will be the easy way out.
