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“So let me get this straight. Chad is my partner, Paige gets the glory, and I’m the one who has to deal with the bullshit from both sides of this circus?”
go kick some spy ass, James Bond.” I’ll be kicking somebody’s ass. Also, I’m Bike Boy, not James Bond.
a steady burn in my belly, an ache for something I’ve never wanted before. I’m a responsible, intelligent woman. Zero interest in the bad-boy-rebel cliché. Should I decide to share my life with a man, it will be with a responsible, intelligent human being like myself.
“The shit on the outside, what people see when they look at you? That’s on them. What’s on the inside, what you breathe in and out? That’s on you. You can give them the power to poison you and spew the ugly back into the universe, or you can transform it into something beautiful. Incinerate their hate with a fire that is uniquely and perfectly yours.”
He’s given up on this world—people, dreams, pretty much everything and intends to drift through life in an indifferent cloud. Sure, it will never bring him joy, but it will also protect him from being hurt. You have to trust to get betrayed. Care to be wounded. Want something to lose it.”
Most people aren’t damaged by dreams they never achieve. It’s having those dreams ripped away that break us.”
I care too much. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m terrified the next time we’re in bed together it’s going to be more than sex for me. I’m going to want something I can’t have, will never have, because no amount of someone’s strengths can fill the crevices carved into my soul.
He’s not fine, though, is he? And neither am I. Or Val. Or Kaitlyn and Abram when it comes down to it. None of us are fine. Sometimes we are, but like so many other things, we often pretend because it’s easy. Expected. Safe. Until it’s not.
We are fire and gasoline, and we’ve become addicted to the flames.
“Not a trace of the pain remains when you say my name with those soft lips that breathe my favorite air, those bright eyes that stare at my every flaw and still claw for a shred of my shattered soul worth saving. “You’ll never know all the times I cried and died a little more inside, because I can’t remember the pain in the frame of your face blocking out the shadows. “You’ll never see the broken boy who barely survived and learned to hide, because he doesn’t exist when he’s in your sun. “He’s the one too absorbed by your light, the only reason he might… finally, finally, be okay.”
