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My definition of beauty starts and ends with Theodora. And as for the value I give her, it’s immeasurable. She is worth dying for, living for. Killing for, probably, or at least poisoning for. She is worth every academic failure, every restless night, all the suffering and yearning and hopelessness. She isn’t worth everything. She is everything. So how could I possibly stay angry at her? 🥺🥺

“Ah, of course I do. I love you atrociously.” He smiles, the hue of desire in his expression shifting, darkening into a sort of yearning melancholy. “I love you with every atom of my being, and I love every atom of yours. I love you desperately, like a starving man. I love you to distraction. And I think maybe you love me too, Theodora Dorokhova. You just aren’t quite ready to say it yet.” JUNGE,?#?'?!?!?!?

He nods. “Good—I wasn’t offering it. I’m just being tactical. Keeping my enemies close and my rivals closest.” I laugh. “Don’t you mean closer?” “No, that’s not what I mean.” Reaching across the table, he takes my fingers in his and lifts my hand to brush a light kiss over my knuckles. “I know exactly where I ought to keep you.” 🤭🤭🤭

“I’m not setting my sights on anyone. Theodora is the only one worthy of my desire. I couldn’t set my sights on anybody else if I tried. She and I are fated somehow. Anything else would be doomed by principle.” ICH LIEBE IHN SOOOOOOOO

Zachary’s words brush against my lips, more intimate than any kiss. “My beautiful nemesis. My formidable adversary. My dearest rival.” Kiss me, I want to tell him. Kiss me open, Zachary Blackwood, and take all my darkness and cold and pain away. 😭😭😭😭🫶🏼

“Why?” “Because catching anybody else wouldn’t feel worth it.” He smiles suddenly, a flash of white teeth. “My victories only ever taste like victories when they’re won against you, Theodora.” 😫😫😫

I’m too young to die, and I have so much left to do, to see, to learn. I’ve still not deciphered the mystery of Theodora. I can’t die without knowing all her secrets, without having the shape of her heart and soul imprinted within me, without holding her close even once. 🥺

“No. You’re the only girl I intended to ask. There’s nobody else I wish to go with, and therefore I won’t ask anybody else.” 😻😻😻😻😻

“I’m always desperate for a compliment from you, Theodora.” His smile is easy and guileful. “They are the rarest of treasures. How could I not want to collect them?” 😫😫😫🫠🫠🫠🫠

You’re welcome, and you’ll always be, I want to say. I’ll pick up every highlighter and pen you drop. I’ll hold every door open and carry all your books. Just ask me, Theodora, and I’ll do it. Mr Ambrose asked me to look after you—let me. 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫