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“When have we ever been able to let go of the things that hurt us most?”
“We’ll cross paths again, Sawyer. Life has a funny way of throwing people into your path when you’re meant to collide. It’s up to you to choose to make it permanent.”
“You’re scared. That makes you dangerous,”
The only thing I've ever been passionate about is surviving, and even then, I feel like giving up most days.
“I promise not to do anything you don’t beg me for.”
“You’re going to ruin me, too. But unfortunately for you, that’s where I feel most at home.”
won’t stop until you do.”
Like he can see the sins that cover my body like oil.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he reiterates. I will. “I won’t.” At least not like he thinks. “You’re lying.” I am. “You won’t be the only one that will be ruined, remember?” I
“No, bella, I’m going to make you take it from me. If you want a predator to submit to you, then you need to be stronger.”
If I’m not fighting to stay alive for someone else, what's the point in staying alive for myself when I don't even want to be here?
“You know, we’re also different. I’ve always been running to something—always searching for something that I could never find. But I suspect you’re the opposite. You’re running from something.”
“Sweetheart, you carry your baggage like it’s the only belongings you got.”
“People don’t actually care about fixing you. They just want to shape your broken pieces until they fit their standards. Smooth ’em out, make ’em less sharp, so they don’t cut so deep when they collect ’em. But you ain’t any less broken.”
However, any light that was previously in her eyes has dissipated, and now I feel like the thief.
I want to make her feel worse.
“I know exactly what you're capable of. But you haven't managed to escape me yet, bella ladra. You're not as good at running as you think.”
“I want to hear what it sounds like when you’re breaking and can’t scream.”
“You're so easy to break,”
amongst the darkness, I’ve found a safe haven.
Now tell me how the hell you expect me to find peace when you’re invading every one of my goddamn senses?”
I like that she feels me. Fears me.
I run. Because that’s what I do best.
How am I supposed to breathe if all my oxygen is going to him instead?
If he thinks I’m a nightmare, I’ll be the worst one he’s ever had. I’ll be the one keeping him up at night for the rest of his life, waking without me there but always yearning for me.
