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Man is the cruelest animal. —Friedrich Nietzsche
Women. What petty creatures they could be.
“I still talk to her in my head. These private conversations.” She let out a small embarrassed laugh. “I guess that’s hard to understand.”
Please, let me grieve.”
And being with her, spending the night with her in his arms, was the first time in so long that he’d felt grounded.
“You know, living the dream, as always.”
It wasn’t necessarily his “thing” on any regular basis, but he wasn’t averse to reaching out to God
Who saw him not as an illegal alien but as a human being.
“Shared trauma bonds are very, very strong because for a time, they mean survival.
“That you don’t immerse yourself in something that you need to be distancing yourself from. That you don’t become stuck again.”
“Well,” Professor Vitucci said, “good thing you’re not a private investigator or anything, because that would make it far too easy.”
Hi. What a stupid word. It didn’t encompass even one of the hundred emotions he was feeling in that moment.
It was lovely here, serene, drenched in sunshine. And she was tanned and happy and peaceful looking and so beautiful it ripped his fucking heart out.
“Oh, don’t look so surprised. You know very well I’m a nosy nelly.”
“I understand the desire to run away, my darling. You know I do.”
You did not crawl out of that cage to live a timid life.”
She said that sometimes the dark is beautiful, and without it, we wouldn’t see the moon.”
How long do we need to test the theory that we only want each other because of the suffering we experienced together?”
They were like an explosion, like a galaxy melting, like the hottest fire that ever burned.
An eye for an eye. Two men so bent on revenge that they sacrificed the other’s child.