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That was when Atta saw it. The blossom sprouting from his lungs. Not a phantom or a trick of the lamplight. Not even a seedling-looking thing one could pass off as an abnormal growth of some sort. No, it was a macabre bloom of foreign flora that had taken root in the man’s lung, and flowered.
Outside, the campus was bustling with students, a hint of the approaching autumn on the wind, stirring the leaves that would soon lose their chlorophyll and show the world how beautiful it is to die.
“You know, these students are all spooked by you, but I don’t think you’re scary. I think you’re just a bastard.”
Professor Sonder Murdoch was the cliff-jump that terrified, the majestic wolf that captivated, the risk you knew might kill you, yet you couldn’t pass it up.
“Make sure she locks her fucking window, too. This was too easy.” “Most people don’t climb in other people’s windows like creeps,”
“Sometimes fear cleanses the soul, Atta. It reminds us to look at the important things we took for granted while at peace.”
“Please, call me Sonder. I’m not really your professor and I’ve asked you here to help me with something as a peer.”
“Do you realise half of what you say sounds like you’re an axe murderer?”
“You can be surrounded by people and still be alone, Atta.”
Fucking hell she was beautiful when she was angry. But not as beautiful as when she laughed.
If Sonder Murdoch was the dark lord, her soul was begging to be burned to ash.
“Dr Frankenstein!”
To her tipsy ears, her name sounded like forbidden honey on his tongue.
Jesus Christ. She was actually falling for a professor, wasn’t she?
“If you so much as look at her the wrong way, I’m the one who
will make you wish you were dead. That’s who the fuck I am.”
Hadn’t thought about another woman since the second she walked into his classroom that first time.
he wished she wasn’t bent over in that skirt.
“One thousand books constitutes an official library. We have three.” “Three thousand, you mean?”
He was falling in love with her.
“I’ll wait all night if it means you’ll stay.”
Her heart was horribly, horribly at risk with this man. “Good morning, a stór.” Oh, she was in so much trouble.
he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would sacrifice anything, everything for her.
“Are you drunk?” “Only on you.”
“You might want to watch that smart mouth, Miss Morrow.”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“All right.”
“Anything for you, darling.”
Slay a thousand beasts, cure any Plague, fight to the death. For her. His Patroclus.
“Do you know that I’m in love with you?”
“I thought that might be the case, yeah.”
“You’ve tangled yourself up in my soul like a...
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“I’m terrified of this world, Sonder. But I don’t fear facing it with you.”
I want to drown in this love, darling,
“You, a stór, are everything that is right with the world. My world. With all the worlds. And don’t you dare apologise for it.”
“You know I’m in love with you too, right?”
She was a tragedy, and he was her peace.
