Trader (RedHotBlueReads)

“What did you call her?" she asks but I don't think it's her real question.
"Sunshine," I say, and she smiles like she believes it's perfect and she may be the only person other than me who would think so.
"What is she to you?" she whispers. The real question and I know the answer even if I don't know how to say it.
Drew's muffled voice rises up from the floor before I can respond.
"Family," he says.
And he's right.”
― Katja Millay

“He took the fucking piano, Sunshine. He didn't take everything. Look at your left hand. It's probably clenched in a fist right now, isn't it?"
I don't need to look. It is. He knows it.
"Now open it up and let it go."
And I do.”
― Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility

“Just so you know,” he mimics me, “I would chop that table up and use it for firewood before I would ever choose anything over you.”
― Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility

“But you can only go so long being angry before you learn to hate.”
― Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility