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It’s just a fucking bear, but I was overwhelmed with guilt that something I had loved had met such a bitter end.
He really does love to see me succeed.
Being three, I was certain the cat waited for me.
I wouldn’t be that chipper on zero sleep, but good for him.
There is no better audience for a story than Mara. Her empathy is so acute that she feels it all as if it’s happening to her.
The blood pumps from his throat, a fresh spurt with every heartbeat, each more vivid than the last. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
He kisses and kisses me, both of us warm and alive, Shaw cooling on the ground.
I finally realize what happiness feels like. There’s no malice in it. No greed. It’s not something you seek for yourself.
Her happiness makes me happy. And even if it didn’t, I want it for her anyway. That’s what loving her means—I want her safe, protected, flourishing, whether it benefits me or not.
If I’m not here to laugh, and drink, and dance, and fuck on my own gorgeous balcony overlooking the canals, then why am I here at all?

