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This is Everly and The Letters. It was never going to be easy.
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” ― William Shakespeare, The Tempest
I’d lived in the basement, but I was clearly not the only one who had taken a look at the darkness and not necessarily come out the other side unchanged.
Maybe I wasn’t so light inside. Maybe I’d never been. Or maybe it was the basement. Fuck, maybe it didn’t matter.
I’m last to this race. But I want you to know that in my soul, you are mine.
“I’m worried I’m lost.”
That lovely heart that makes me want to hold you all night and take on the world for you. It’s there. If you’re not yet ready to extend that to strangers, then so be it. You tightened your circle.”
I’ll just go find a hole and live in it like a paranoid cat woman for the rest of my life until my own cats eat me alive.” It wasn’t my finest moment, but to be fair, I had just been shot at through a window. “All right.” Warden kissed my forehead again. “So then we can’t let you get any cats. That’s the start. No buying cats for Everly.”
If this was the way people who ran the world behaved, I really didn’t think it was worth it to run the world.
“I’m not asking him that. Derrick will do what Derrick does and that is that. He’s really good at this murder stuff. Let’s not alter his routine.”
Like loyalty being irreplaceable was something that came with conditions?
I really hoped this worked for how much it was going to suck.
I’m lonely for you.
Fear destroyed souls, and it wasn’t taking mine.
To bed, to bed. There’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
Love wasn’t really part of the equation with them. Obsession. Jealousy. They liked me. They wanted me, physically. To own me. To control me. The truth was I loved them.
