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Wretched
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“Grief is a weird thing. It’s the only emotion in the world people claim to understand yet treat as an inconvenience.”
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― Wretched
“All I knew was that I couldn’t let her fall. And maybe that makes me stupid, maybe it makes me weak. Maybe she’s manipulated me into becoming something I never wanted to be. Whatever the case, I don’t care. Because she’s changed me fundamentally. Irrevocably. And there’s no going back. I don’t love Eveline in spite of her flaws. I love her because of them.”
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“Bricks are meant for paths, Yet somehow we’re always still. If there’s nothing for us in the now, Then I know there never will. You belong up here in the light, and me, in poppies down below. Maybe one day we’ll meet again, On the other side of a rainbow.”
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“There’s no one like family, Evie, and there’s no place like home. We have to stick together.”
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“She takes a sip of her tea. “I get it, dude. Love fucking sucks.” “How do you know it’s real?” I whisper, stomach twisting. “Does it hurt?” “Like a bitch.” She smacks her lips. “Then it’s real.”
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― Wretched
“He was the king of pretty words, so now I’ll make him king of the ashes. The fire burns quickly, and then goes out when there’s nothing left. Here lies one whose name was writ in water.”
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“We’re all just out here living, you know? Roaming under clouds that are a thousand different shades of gray. But you can’t help who you love, Nick.”
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“You don’t have to trust me, Evelina. But words are your safe space, the same way that they’re mine.” My fingers thread through his hair. “Let me be your calm in the chaos, pretty girl.”
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“The tension swirling around our bodies is overwhelming, and I don’t know what it is I’m feeling, only that nothing else has ever felt like it. Opening her eyes, she twists in my arms to look up at my face.”
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“I think,” I say carefully, “the only love you can count on is the way you love yourself.”
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“That weird feeling surges up my throat again. Grief. Sometimes it’s fluid, like waves of the ocean, and sometimes it’s stagnant like sculptures carved in stone. Right now, it’s rock solid and heavy in the center of my chest.”
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“This feels different. This feels like more. Rough and messy and a thousand different shades of wrong. But if I’m her calm, then she is my chaos, and if I can’t live with her forever, then I don’t want to live at all.”
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― Wretched
“Grief is a weird thing. It’s the only emotion in the world people claim to understand yet treat as an inconvenience. “Time heals all wounds, Evie.” Spare me. Time heals nothing. Just gives things more space to grow and fester and rot.”
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“I’ve never thought about the word much, but the guilt I feel for every single thing involving Eveline is a tornado, whirling quick and strong, destroying everything it touches. And then it compounds because I know, without a doubt, if I went back and had a chance to do it all over, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
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“I didn't know that I could love until you. And you're not perfect, okay? You piss me off and you do things I never thought I'd be alright with, and you're moody as hell. You're actually the furthest fucking thing from perfect l've ever seen.
But Eveline... you're perfect for me.”
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But Eveline... you're perfect for me.”
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“Figuring out who you are means knowing every part and accepting every part, no matter what other people may think.”
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“She takes a sip of her tea. “I get it, dude. Love fucking sucks.” “How do you know it’s real?” I whisper, stomach twisting. “Does it hurt?” “Like a bitch.” She smacks her lips. “Then it’s real.”
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“He reaches up and grabs my wrists, pulling them so they’re locked in his grip and moving them until they’re pinned above my head. He leans in, skimming his nose up the side of my neck, making goose bumps spread down the length of my spine.”
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“When he’s this close, it’s impossible to not smell the cinnamon and pine, and with every inhale, arousal digs its dirty claws into me further.”
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