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“We never heard the devil’s side of the story. God wrote all the book.” —Anatole France
“Pale face. Black heart. Golden legacy.”
“Because my dad told me good girls like bad boys, and I’m bad. Really bad.”
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. I was all three.
“This could get really ugly, Astalis.” “Already is.” She flattened her lips, looking unnerved. “But if you look closely, you’ll find beauty in the ugliness, too.”
She made ugly things beautiful. I was going to show her my soul was marred beyond repair.
“Screw you, Spencer. I’d Airbnb myself to sex-diseased gang members before letting you cop a feel.”
She was perfect, and I was nothing but a collection of flaws.
Once upon a time, I cried just as hard, and I didn’t even shed a fucking tear.
“I don’t know what to do with wonderful things. I always stayed away from them. You kill me, Astalis.”
“Then die.”
“A million times over, forever mine.”
He was misunderstood, wild, and alive.
A balled-up girl in the dark, begging not to be noticed. No can do, sweetheart.
