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“When have we ever been able to let go of the things that hurt us most?” I mutter.
“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.”
“I promise not to do anything you don’t beg me for.”
Daddy
my life is too uncertain not to do the things I truly want to do.
“You’re going to ruin me, too. But unfortunately for you, that’s where I feel most at home.”
“Absolutely not,” I say, shaking my head. “No. No way. I change my fucking mind.” I point at it. “That will puncture a lung.”
LMAOOOOO
If this man were my kingdom, I’d sit on this throne for fucking eternity.
If he thinks I’m a nightmare, I’ll be the worst one he’s ever had.
“Oh God,” I cry, trying to keep my voice down but failing miserably. “Can you see him, baby? Ask him for forgiveness.” “Why?” I pant, another high-pitched moan nearly swallowing the word. “Because you worship me now.”
“What happened to you does not define you. It only forged a new path that will take you to a different version of yourself. But no one can force you to walk that road; only you can determine who you will be once you get there. It’s your choice who you become, Sawyer.”
“No more running, baby. I want him to come looking for you just so I can have the privilege of ending his life for touching what’s mine.”
BITCH
“Then you’re definitely not dying. Jesus would never talk to you.”
LOL
I smile. “Do you think I’d be happier if I lived in another world?” His response isn't immediate, but it stops my heart anyway. “Maybe. But I wouldn't be.”
MY HEART
“Choose to live, bella. Choose me.”
He doesn’t know it, but in this very moment, I am choosing him.
“That’s it, you love being a good girl for me, don’t you, baby?”
“Good sluts ask nicely,”
She’s walking lightning. Both beautiful and fucking destructive.
She smiles, wide and bright, like the sunshine peeking through storm clouds after a massive storm.
Because fuck, am I proud of her for making me beg for her forgiveness.
ME TOOOOOO
How delicate and soft she is on the outside, but on the inside, she’s a force to be reckoned with. She’s so goddamn resilient. She’s better than me—stronger than me. I wanted to take all her broken pieces, and fucking shatter them—turn them into dust so she could never be whole again.
“Can you, like, not make me cry right now, please? I’m trying to look like a badass.”
my bitch lol
“If worshiping you is what you ask, I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life on my knees,”
“I can get on my knees again and show you a blessing from a different type of god,”
MY GOD
“L’oceano era l’unico posto in cui mi sentivo a casa,”
“Era l’unica cosa che mi eccitava e dava pace. Hai rovinato anche questo. Sentirti su di me è meglio di immergersi nell’oceano. Neanche con questa rivelazione so che fare.”
“I’m ready to repent, baby. You tell me to stop, I stop.”
An angry goddess here to take what's rightfully hers, with fire in her eyes,
“Now’s your time for revenge, bella ladra. I’ve drowned you once. It’s your turn to drown me.”
Holy fuck
Flirting with death is a fucking thrill.
“Ma solo quando sono pronto a venire con te. Annegheremo insieme, bella ladra.”
It was a mix of I want to strangle you and I’ll never let you go.
“I’m more than aware that you’re a capable woman, Sawyer. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you.”
There’s a shark in the water, and just like being in the ocean, we’re in his territory.
“You’re a goddamn siren, and I’m the fool who would gladly drown just to get a taste of you.
If I’m the siren, then he must be Poseidon, an angry god who commands my body like it’s the ocean beneath his fingertips.
“There’s a place in the ocean, so deep, where not a single point of light penetrates through it. And for so long, I’ve been trapped there, unable to breathe. When I met you, you lifted me out of that darkness, and it was the first time I came up for air. You’ve become my oxygen, bella ladra, and I can no longer breathe without you.”
my heart!!!!!!!
You can only betray someone if they trusted you.
“I’m capable of saving myself,” she tells me, fire in her eyes.
Love is funny that way. It persists even when you’ve done everything in your power to banish it.
It demands its own voice and refuses to be a slave to anyone but its own desires. And despite the power of it, those selfish desires are what make love so weak.
“That’s who I am now—who I choose to be. A cactus.”
