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Some say revenge isn’t worth it, that it doesn’t change anything, but whoever came up with that ignorant token of wisdom was either too scared to go through with it, or never gave thought to the alternative. The idea of the person who’d ruined your fucking life walking around free and clear, as if it never even happened.
Unrequited love tends to be a wound that festers into a raging sepsis, if not treated right away.
“Tell me, what do you suppose you’ll buy with the extra hundred bucks I negotiated for you this afternoon?” “I was thinking a pair of pretty lace panties to wear when I have you kiss my ass. What do you plan on doing with a crossbow, anyway?”
“Then, what’s the problem with buying a few nice things for yourself, moiselle?” A quick wink, and he slams the door shut. “Now what the hell does moiselle mean?”
“Two of the most heinous crimes this island has ever seen. Both took place in that house.”
joie de vivre philosophy,
expression. The depiction of good and evil. I remember, as a child, staring up at it, feeling almost cheated by good, because evil appeared so much more intimidating. Stronger. More passionate in his cause, somehow. Which probably explains more about me than I care to explore.
A child is the light in a dark world, and your radiance is as bright as the sun.
Still waters run deep,
“One more thing, Aric,” I say, stopping him on his way out the door. “If you ever lay a hand on one of my dancers again, I’ll break every finger to the knuckle.” “You’re threatening me now?” “A threat is oftentimes an empty promise. What I’m telling you is a blueprint for your future, should you decide to challenge me on it.”
“Because it’s like any destructive force of nature. Too much creates imbalance. And a love that strong would consume a person. Put everyone around them at risk. Love kills.” I
“Laundering money must really take the wind out of your sails.” “Yes. Between that and cleaning up vomit and shit, I’m pretty much whooped.”
“And now that you’ve torn me open, are you disappointed?” “No. Unfortunately, I’m twice as intrigued.”
“Because I’m too fucking selfish to give up what I love for anyone. God, or devil. Heaven, or hell.” “Did you just … indirectly profess that you love me?” “Stranger things have been known to happen.”
Because ghost stories aren’t meant to have happy endings. But mine did.
