Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

Just because you take the time to pick up the pieces after shattering a dish doesn’t mean that it’s not your fucking fault that it broke.

Do you think that makes me weak? Or do you think I'm strong enough to admit that even though my body can physically live on without you, I would never get my fucking soul back?”

“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.”

If this is what heaven feels like, I’m only sorry I’ve done nothing to deserve it.

My demons are tickling the back of my brain, begging to be let in to wreak havoc on my sanity.

Feeling that weight is what makes you human. But there’s a difference between feeling another’s pain and blaming yourself because someone else hurt them.”

all I can think right now is how peaceful it must feel to be empty.

Heaven isn’t a place you go to when you die, it’s inside the person that’s worth dying for.