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Dangerous, she thought. The ones who made you feel like the only person in the room were the ones you really had to watch out for.
No one wanted friends who treated you like something that could be broken.
Something like forty percent of people with PTSD experience auditory or visual hallucinations.”
“I wanted to say that you look nice today, but now I want to upgrade that to amazing since you didn’t sleep well.”
“After Maribeth died, I asked my dad if he believed in ghosts. He said he didn’t know, but he figured the ghosts we made up ourselves were more dangerous than any real ones, anyway.” Hendricks’s eyebrows drew together. “What does that mean?” He shrugged. “I always figured it meant that we let the bad things that’ve happened to us have too much power. If we could just figure out how to move on, we wouldn’t be haunted anymore.”
Even when she knew
she was perfectly safe, there would always be a part of her that was a little bit afraid.
“Residual hauntings are like echoes, or reflections. They can’t hurt you or interact with you in any way. But you’re dealing with some real rage here, which usually means murder.”
She knew she couldn’t have been in love with Grayson, because what she felt for Eddie was so different. It wasn’t passion and fear and anger and want, the familiar roller coaster of emotions she’d mistaken for love before. What she felt now was so much simpler than that. Trust and acceptance and warmth. A desire to do better, to be better.
“That’s why your sacrifice didn’t work. I was already in love with you, so you couldn’t sacrifice it.”
