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There is no rose without a thorn.
They know nothing of pain. No, no, no, true pain lies outside the sensation of blood and skin. It lies beyond blisters. It lies deep within.
it hurt to remember the dead as they were, rather than who we wanted them to be.
“Dreams are never dreams, Mademoiselle Célie. They are our deepest wishes and darkest secrets made true, whispered only under cloak of night. In them, we are free to know ourselves.”
Only fools coveted beautiful and deadly things.
Though I’d known little of life when I’d walked beside them, even then, I’d recognized theirs was a love that would change everything. A love that would break the world. A love that would make it new. Their love had been the cure.
