“But getting under your skin meant getting under your demons, too. I wanted you lawless. I wanted to know what your hell felt like. I wanted everything.” I’d been searching for a level of unconditional love that could only be reached by the utmost pain. By surviving it. By opening the blackest and most remote parts of myself and having someone see it and say: I still love you. Clint had been searching for that, too. Joey spoke about my love. Well, loving them had been my life’s purpose and top priority since Clint had brought me home. My love for them was what made me worthy of anything. It
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