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The shit I’ve done… The things I’ve seen… The people I’ve hurt… My hands are dirty. My soul is black. My heart is a shriveled mass in my chest. You’re so clean, Keira. So fucking clean, and I’m so dirty. So unworthy.
You’re the kind of woman a man should worship. That he should get on his hands and fucking knees to serve. In my world, men don’t do that. But you deserve it. You deserve everything, and everything isn’t something I’m able to offer. For you, I’d try, but I don’t think you’ll ever notice me. Maybe that’s for the best.
Love looks not with the eyes.
"Then you can have me. All of me, baby girl."
"God, it’s better than fucking coke. Your pussy’s like crack, baby girl. All of you is."
That was when things had started to go wrong, when it had begun to resonate that angels didn’t mate with demons for a reason…
"If we don’t, it’s because your mom’s a wise woman. I hope that, if one day, a guy treats you like I treated her, that you leave his sorry ass."
One thing they never told you when you got married young? Watching that person grow old was never tiring.
One mistake… one mistake was all it took to worm away at the foundations of our marriage.
"I only ever wanted you," she cried out, and this time, she started sobbing. "Why didn’t you want me enough? Why?" When her fist pounded on my chest, I let her. "Why did you have to break us apart? Why couldn’t you have just come to me? I would always have been there. Always."
"We all fuck up," I told him softly. "It’s how we fix our mistakes that defines us."
"My woman. My fucking Old Lady."
"I choose you, Keira," he whispered, surprising me. "I will always choose you
