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From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring.
My New Year’s resolutions are simple: Get my sister back from Jeremiah. Don’t fuck anyone that’s kin to me. And maybe kill my dad if I’m feeling ambitious.
“I know a devil when I see one.” “And just how many devils have you met?” I ask her, leaning down close, the blade still against her neck. I hear her swallow. “Not many,” she admits, “but every time I look in the mirror, there’s one staring back at me.”
when you’re raised with monsters, those with the dullest teeth seem the most angelic.
He is different. Doesn’t mean he’s good. Will he let her go? Of course not. Not unless I marry her. Coagula. I don’t know what to tell her, so I don’t say anything,
“It’s okay to want it, Ella. The things you want. It’s okay for you to stay here with me.”
Romantic comedies never have devils in them. It’s why they’re so easy for me to watch. I don’t get attached to the good guys.
Factum fieri infectum non potest. It is impossible for a deed to be undone.
That cruelty. That fucking chaos. It makes her feel like someone cares. Cares enough to hurt her. To make her learn a lesson. To want to teach her, like I do, even if it’s with violent hands.
“Hate me. Hurt me. Heal me,” he says again. “Well, come on, baby. Play God with me.”
“It’s okay to want to be loved, Ella.”
“I want it, too. But I’ve been with women. I’ve chased the high. I still do. I was still looking. Until you.”
“Until you came along and wrecked my whole world under a stupidly beautiful moon. I was so angry and you were so willing and...” He swallows, averting his eyes but not letting go of me. “And I was terrified.”
I don’t wanna go anywhere you’re not going, even if you take me straight to hell.
“There’s no difference between love and hate, Mavy. The opposite of those is indifference,
If my girl wants to do something, she’s gonna fucking do it.
Sometimes you leave the things you love, to keep them safe from just how strong your love can be. Because you love them enough to save them from yourself.
It doesn’t matter how awful it is. There is no right way to love. There’s no wrong way, either, not really. It’s out of our hands.
“I fucking love you and I didn’t see you coming. I never saw this coming, okay? But I love you and your fucking red hair and your freckles and how you could eat everything in my goddamn house and still want more. I love how you beg me, how you want me to hurt you, how you kiss me. How you’ve defended me more than anyone else has in my life.”
