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Damned unflappable male. Ash’s ability to make even the biggest problems appear manageable was an asset I didn’t appreciate.
Sharp intelligence tempered by endless patience;
His voice was light and cheerful—it always sounded like he was in on a joke no one else understood.
Didn’t just want those eyes on me, wanted to learn all her secrets, the reason for that stark pain in her eyes. Wanted to help her through the nightmare that haunted her, to destroy her enemies.
To not be afraid, all you have to do is pretend.
Where did my courage go? Or did I never have any to begin with?
but the sharp knife that was pain lost its edge and each cut felt a bit hollower.
For even amongst my fear, I felt his pain as if it was my own.
There was no peace to be found, only chaos.
In his deep, gruff voice I heard the unspoken promise; sharing my burden would lighten it, make it easier to bear and his shoulders were broad enough for us both.
Glaring, not because he was angry with me, but because he was angry for me. He’s angry on my behalf.
Only humanity could hate with such passion and perform such utter atrocities on those they deemed lesser.
And while dying was easy, living was not. She’s strong.
the moon greeted the world like a long lost lover, a little too eager and much too happy to see the day’s reluctant farewell.
“It takes strength to survive, to open your eyes each day and remember.”
Violence was a melody sung in blood,
Listen to your instincts, yes. Feel them and the emotion they brought forth, yes. Process and learn, but never let them rule.
For today I would pretend the noose around my neck wasn’t tightening with every second I stayed. That leaving was a choice, rather than an inevitability. Only for today.
Sometimes he reacts to words and situations we find innocent, because they are a trigger for him. What he said had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the past.”
“Where you go I’ll follow.”
But despite being a little awkward and uncertain of her reception, I found her incredibly charming. And completely alluring.
“Thought of you hurting makes me want to destroy the world.”
“I seem to recall a young pup claiming monopoly was for the devil?”
My only excuse was fear. Fear of seeing caring turn to contempt. Fear of seeing desire turn to disgust.
“All that I am is yours,”
