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“Nightmares end when you wake up.”
But no one ever gossiped about the fact that her father docked and sailed away without so much as a word, leaving Odette’s mother with nothing but a baby in her belly. That, no one talked about.
Lmao cooked her
“Just because you became an orphan and she stopped being one—that’s no reason to take it out on her.”
I hate Isaiah
The grief must have been too much, the heartache too strong—why would she continue to build upon a dream that belonged to a man who would never see it done?
“Ha llegado el amanecer.”
“What made you change your mind?” The hope that there’s still some sanity left inside me,
Lmao 😭
You can’t be alone, she demanded, working here will be the distraction you need to heal. Distraction it’s been, but heal is anything it’s achieved.
Work in general feels like this :/
“The past is the past.” He squeezes her hand with a half-smile before pressing his lips to her forehead. “Let it rest, okay?” How can I?
“I stopped believing in Him the day my mom killed herself.”
“You have no living blood… no family. No parents.” Sadie swears his voice is laced with a tone that almost feels like he’s mocking her,
“I’m staying over tonight.” And it’s more of a command than a question.
Yeah Isaiah be scared
It’s Silas—yet this time, she’s sure only she can hear his voice. “I’ll see you in your dreams.”
Ooh lala
I’ll see you in your dreams. His voice rings loud in her ears, but she continues to stare unblinkingly at the line of white light—not if I stay awake,
Lmao me-coded 😭
she has only one question left inside her, and she surrenders to it. There’s nothing else to do, not when she’s already held his cursed heart in her hands, and he already feasted from the well of her tears. “What does it taste like?” she asks. “My suffering?”
um...i would ask if he intentionally causes the suffering to feed on it...ya know like her moms suicide..? or if he woke up because her family has so much suffering and now he is stronger
“It doesn’t matter why,” he scoffs. “All that matters is that I’m here.”
ewe did I say I hate Isaiah?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. “I just… care. That’s all.” He brushes his fingers against her arm, but she doesn’t let up. “Someone has to, after all.”
so manipulative again have I mentioned I hate Isaiah?
At least he doesn’t have to see me like this.
he doesnt deserve you
Odette pushes her shoulders back and her perfectly curled hair along with it.
we uh...we get it
“Or perhaps as an ache inside as I split you in two for my pleasure?”
eye-unexxpected
Internally, Sadie rolls her eyes—the prospect of receiving goodies from Spain of more import than the living, breathing girl here for the first time in years.
If it was rage running through her mama’s blood, it was something else entirely running through Dominic’s—something she couldn’t name. Something she didn’t want to.
“Anak, you are always welcome beneath my roof. The offer still stands, like I told you a year ago. And I know Isaiah would welcome it.” There were always strings attached to that offer, strings that form the expectation of a gold band, strings that feel too much like vines of thorns.
“Dreams often reveal to us what we cannot see in the day to day of our lives. So these dreams of yours are trying to communicate something to you…” He clasps his hands together. “Then what are they saying?” “That the greatest test is yet upon you. Will you surrender? Or will you live, and suffer it through?”
Cheeks courting scarlet, she wills herself to focus on the sun-faded spines staring back at her as the rustle of Silas undressing fights hard to pull at her attention. Red, black, ivory white… she names each spine’s color as she twists her fingers together. Mahogany brown, duck-egg blue…
lmao
he’s leaning into the night as if he’s reading to the darkness itself.
His eyes like two stars peering back at her, a universe of night to a dreamer on a speck of dust.
Despite the lack of texts, the late hour, despite the booze lacing his breath and Odette’s perfume clinging to his shirt. Trust in Him,
is..is she stupid
How can she have faith in Isaiah when there’s nothing left inside her to bestow it?
maybe i jumped the gun
Isaiah and Odette sit side by side, the two of them huddled close together, perhaps a little too close.
you dont say
Isaiah squeezes Sadie’s shoulders, peering deep into her eyes, “Hear that? Must be a sign that something good’s coming. Why don’t you head back to the Hacienda? Go and rest. I’ll take Odette home.”
i hate him so much
turning whip fast on her heel to rid herself of the fact that she’ll never be Odette; she’ll never be that happy, carefree girl sitting on the beach under the starlight.
i wish this situation would just burst already. ive had enough of the fmc jealousy and the two lovesick idiots
She hears the creaking of a floorboard, and she whips around in the dark, for a brief moment believing Isaiah has followed her back to the Hacienda.
eyeroll
He’s not coming for you,
no, he's not bitch
what used to be her father’s office, where he drew his last breath, where the line between before and after is forged in the shape of his unconscious body sprawled out over the floorboards.
“In a congregation, a crowded room, even with a smile on your lips… you are alone.”
“You give yourself no credit.” “Credit for what?” “For being. You are alive, aren’t you?”
“You remind me of myself… before this wound, before this curse.” He peers back at her, a flicker of surprise for her curiosity written in his eyes like pinpricks of starlight. “We are alike.” The desire to know, to see, to understand him takes hold of her pulse as she asks, “How?” “I wanted to die, too,” he answers.
“My obedience. He wished for nothing more than for him to be the judgment, and for I to be his hand. What the eyes of the face seek out, the hand acts on its behalf.”
coming face to face with a disemboweled torso that rises up from the bloodied sand like a dune of flesh, the ribs jutting out from the gored wound like fingers reaching out for her soul.
metal
Yet no matter their allegiance in life, death unites them all beneath the same, singular fate.
“Your fear is our blood,” Silas’ father calls out his final command, “And how we must drink.”
omgggggg
Their faces are melted, almost unrecognizable if it weren’t for Sadie’s proximity to the flame. With their skin dripping like wax from the charred muscle beneath, there’s nothing much more to hold the shape of their faces upright, the fire pulling down at their mandibles so that it looks as if each woman is letting out one final, silent plea of agony.
metal
Isaiah: About last night… Sadie’s heart constricts, mind racing as she devours every word. Isaiah: We really shouldn’t do that again. Odette: It’s not a big deal. It’s not like you guys are official, right?
come on sadie you saw this coming
From the tired lines beneath her eyes, her frazzled hair, her sun-soaked skin—she’s all the imperfection, the sorrow, the loneliness that Odette simply isn’t.
pleeeeeeease for the love of god
“She jumped from the cliffs of Infanta Bay.” An uncomfortable silence sits between them, and Sadie relishes in it. “I…I never knew.” Of course you didn’t. “There’s a lot that you don’t know, Odette. There’s a lot that happened when you were gone.”
read her her fucking rights sadie
“My dad died… and mom killed herself.” She takes a step closer, Odette shifting her weight in response. “Isaiah and I… we didn’t have anyone else.” “Sadie, I’m so—” “—You’re not sorry.”
lord the wait was worth it
“Why should you be sorry?”
Tension thicker than the summer heat winds around them both like a dwindling thread reaching its end in the bobbin of a sewing machine.
beautiful writing
“You chose to come here, remember? You chose this place as your little hide out from your dad—it’s nothing but an escape for you. Just a beach you can pack up and fly out to whenever you feel like it. Just because you can.”
glorious
“But you never came back for us. Not once in all those years did you ever reach out or try to see if we were okay.” Hurt laces Sadie’s words as she shrugs, “I guess you just didn’t feel like it.” “I…” Odette parts her lips, at a loss for words. “It’s not because I didn’t feel like it,” she answers, drawing her eyes up to Sadie, features hardened, no longer playful. “It’s my— “—It’s not just your dad,” Sadie accuses, fists balled at her sides. “It’s you.
