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it was less a question of when everything had happened and more a surrendering to when there had been no turning back.
Emptiness repulsed Regan, filling her with abject terror, but the concept of zero was something that Aldo had come to accept.
If she were to paint him, she thought, nobody would even believe her.
Regan irrationally resented the girl for not knowing that Aldo Damiani was closest to handsome when he was talking about bees.
In fact, he felt the place he usually reserved for rote mechanization and the occasional wandering thought would be vastly improved by her presence.
That I could study you for a lifetime, carrying all of your peculiarities and discretions in the webs of my spidery palms, and still feel empty-handed.
“We don’t have to talk.”
“Silence is fine with me.”
she could have suggested a mutiny and he’d have searched tirelessly for an axe, a pitchfork, Excalibur itself
I love him, and for a moment it doesn’t matter whether he loves her back. It is enough to have known that the inside of her chest is more than a place for storage.
They have plenty of other times for conversations, he says, and this is when she knows—god, she knows—that she loves him so deeply and so passionately and so devastatingly that by the time she tells him, the words will inevitably feel empty and small.
Rinaldo Damiani knows how to love me, and I didn’t even think to put it on the list.
This feeling, this flutter in my chest and this lightness in my bones and this flicker in my blood, this must be happiness. This must be what it feels like to be happy.
Why ask me this when you haven’t seen me for ten hours, but you don’t care how your mother filled up the last ten days? “Because I love you.”
Every time you love, pieces of you break off and get replaced by something you steal from someone else.
It seems like it’s the right shape but it’s slightly different every time, so that eventually, very very quietly and over days and days and days, you are transformed into something unrecognizable, and it happens so slowly you don’t even notice, like shedding scales and making new ones.
Too many people had refused when she had wished that they would beg her to stay, and now, because of them, she had let him go so easily, unclenching all her fingers at once.
