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She doesn’t seem worried. But she should be. I’ve got murder in my heart and vengeance in my blood. That’s what all of this has been about, setting wrongs right.
She’s tried—on more than one occasion—to wear my skin like a suit. Tonight, she pays for pushing too hard. Some things break when you put too much pressure on them, but those shards they break into can be twice as deadly.
“If I were a different sort of man, I’d beat the shit out of you. Hell, that’d be the feminist thing to do, treat you just like I’d treat one of the guys that did something so stupid.”
We hold each other like two people who know they’re running out of chances to make things work, who realize that tomorrow is not promised to anyone. My fingertips dig into his back, and he holds me so hard that I can’t breathe.
proving with a single kiss that his words are the purest form of truth: the kind that hurts. It isn’t easy to be someone else’s everything. It’s a terrible burden, one that sits crouched inside your heart for eternity. You will always know that your actions, no matter how necessary, are like ripples in somebody else’s pond.
If you agree to hate yourself because the world tells you to do so, then it’s already won. Don’t let them do that to you, make you despise yourself even as they lust and drool after everything it is that you already have.
“I’ve decided that I’m sick and tired of warning you. You asked for me. You may very well regret having me.”
“My point is,” Oscar tells me, his smirk as lascivious and wanton as I’ve ever seen on another human being. “You asked for me, so you’ve got me.”
“You’re mine, Bernadette,” Oscar says, giving me the saddest smile I’ve ever seen on another human being. When he comes out of the kitchen and passes by me, I’m still standing there in total shock. He brushes a gentle but menacing kiss against my forehead. “I’m so unbelievably sorry about that.”
Marie chastises, and even if I can’t understand French, I can guess what she’s saying, and I laugh. No cookies until after dinner, Hael. As if her son doesn’t fuck like a porn star and kill people in the dead of night.
When you accept a person for who they are, you don’t choose bits and pieces. You accept every part of them, right down to the rotten bits. Because everybody wants somebody to love their rottenness.
