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So, thank you, God, for the small blessings in life and for allowing me to see another day and pass gas properly. A-fucking-men, bitch.
You can throw glitter on a snake, but the bitch still bites.
“We found her?” “We fucking found her,”
“My mom hates me,” she starts. “Or maybe she doesn’t hate me, but she’s never liked me.
“The ride to Hell is going to be a tough one, Rickety Dick. Have fun on your adventure.”
“I’ve seen the woman who could hardly stand to be in her own skin, and the woman comfortable in a gothic mansion, at home with herself and the ghosts that haunt her. I loved both versions of you, and I love who you are now—someone full of both strength and vulnerability. Yet still, you carry fire in your heart, and that will never fucking change. They will never take that from you, Adeline.”
He told me before that he wanted me to fall in love with the darkest parts of him, and I have. Every fucked-up piece of him.
“I don’t care if I need to set this world on fire until there’s no one left but you and me. The world will burn around us, and I’ll gladly live in chaos with you as long as the only person that is a danger to you is me.”
“Stop taking the blame for other people being fucked in the head.
“You and I will never end, little mouse. Even when we’re six feet under, and our bones are dust, I will haunt your soul until it aches to be free of me. And then, I will hold you tighter.”
I’d make a good fertilizer, and vines of roses could grow from my rib cage while I become one with the earth again.
“Oh!” Sibby shouts, causing me to jump again. “You should write a book about it. Your readers would swoon over the big, scary guy coming to your rescue and then murdering your abuser.”
I sit up and flip on the sconces hanging above my bed, feeling like one of those women sitting in a pitch-black room, clicking on a single lamp when their cheating husband sneaks through the door. The thought of Zade cheating is laughable, though. That will always be one thing I’d never have to concern myself with.
I'll never understand how humans fear death when time is far scarier. It ultimately leads us to death because it’s the only thing that truly makes us mortal. We’re locked in the illusion with no way out. Fuck, I really want out.
“I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it,” I say, my voice raspy and uneven. “But it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting me.”
Every day, we come a little closer to death—our bodies deteriorating just a little more. And if this is what dying feels like, then I never want to feel anything else.
We’d haunt Parsons Manor together, and it’s undeniable how much I love the sound of that.
