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Requiem Requiem by Callie Hart
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“Because the guy who killed Rachel is still out there, walking around, free as a goddamn bird, and I will not tolerate that injustice. Theo Merchant is going to bleed, too, and I won’t stop bleeding him until there isn’t a drop of blood left in his body.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“There are people in this life who are sent to us as gifts, to complete our experience on this earth and bring us joy. The universe sent me you,”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Tell me you’re in love with me, and I’ll risk death to find my way back to you,”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“His eyes fall closed. “Tell me that you’re in love with me, and I’ll worship you every day for the rest of your life.” “I’m in love with you.” “Tell me that you’re in love with me, and we’ll be each other’s forever.” “I’m in love with you.” “Tell me that you’re in love with me…” He rests his forehead against mine, fingers twining into my hair, “…and we’ll never leave each other’s side.” “I’m in love with you, Theodore William Merchant. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“He’s a balm to my tattered soul,”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Life has a weird way of giving us what we need, not what we want.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“How awful that must be, to be holding your breath, waiting for the person you love to splinter apart and not be themselves anymore. To watch them become someone else, over and over and over again.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“He didn’t give up hope that I’d make it back to him, against all the odds. He wrote a piece of music for me that was supposed to help me pass and instead he used it to bring me back to life.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“every other girl in the room pales in comparison to her. They look drab and sallow—wilting dandelions, made utterly ordinary next to the delicate beauty of an orchid. In short, she’s fucking breathtaking.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“I let him hold me. He pulls me to him, crushing me against his chest, and the storm inside me quiets. This is bitter medicine; it’s unfair that it takes this for me to feel better. Anyone else. Literally anyone else in the world would have been better than Theo, and yet it’s him who calms my racing heart and soothes the panic in my veins. In his arms, I feel anchored down, safe in a way I don’t think I’ve ever felt before, and the relief that comes with that? It’s everything.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“the computers in the library will be out of commission for the next week. If you need to do research for an assignment, you’re going to have to use some of the library’s other resources. There are strange rectangular objects sitting on the many shelves in there. Crack one open, and you’ll find that they’re full of pages with writing inside. You might have noticed them. They’re called books.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“I can’t stand to watch, but it’s impossible to look away. This feels like an awakening, and Theo…Theo is something out of a dream. Half demon, half angel, he is a beautiful night terror, and I am haunted by the sight of him.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“The beautiful thing about having nothing is that no one can take it away from you, Beth. When you have no things, or money, or reputation…you’re free. I know that’s a foreign concept to you, but it really is liberating. Your father can’t destroy me, sweetheart. I am nothing. There’s nothing to destroy.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Girls like you think they’re invincible. You think you’re fucking untouchable.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“You think that just because you’ve suffered, we know nothing about suffering. You think that our pain pales in comparison to yours. Your pain is so much more important than ours. You, so holier-than-thou, with your fucking orphan kid doctrine, and your rules and your orders, with that white-hot vengeance burning in your veins.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“I feel so apart from these people. We’re the same age, but we’re different breeds. Different species entirely. While these motherfuckers were riding ponies and screaming at magicians, demanding more impressive tricks on their eighth birthdays, I was eating out of trash cans. When they were ten, they were going on vacations to The Hamptons and stuffing their faces on Maine’s finest lobster. Meanwhile, I was kneeling in a filthy back alley, shooting Narcan up my foster-carer David’s nose so he wouldn’t fucking OD and die. Apples. Oranges. I can never be like them. Understand them. Fuck, even tolerating them is going to be a challenge.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Information like this is a currency. Spend it now and it’s gone. Who knows what it could buy me in the future.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“The skeletons in my closet are stacked so high and tight that it looks like a mass genocide took place in there.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Sorrell Voss?”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Fucking criminal. Money has always been able to buy guys like Theo their freedom, and the Merchants don’t just have money. They have old money, and the reputation to go with it. I hate him. I fucking despise him. I’m going to enjoy dismantling his life, one tiny piece at a t—”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“He should be rotting behind bars for what he did. If I’d had my way, he would have been tried as an adult and sent to jail for a very long time. That didn’t happen, though. He didn’t even get sent to juvie. Not even for a fucking night. His father stepped in and ‘handled’ the situation, and Theo Merchant was released from the police station less than three hours after the accident, never to suffer any further inconvenience”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“I unashamedly stare right at Theo Merchant. This bastard killed Rachel. He may not have clamped his hands around her neck and snapped the bone on purpose, but his recklessness ensured that she didn’t get out of the car and walk away that night. He was drunk. High. Obliterated. And now here he is, walking around”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Angry orphans with a history of violence don’t often land themselves in places like this.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“soon-to-be-eighteen-year-old girl,”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“My mismatched eyes—one blue, the other green—always have and always will be the most striking thing about me.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Thank fuck this godforsaken place doesn’t make its students wear a uniform. I’ve never had to wear one before. Not at any of the elementary schools I was shuttled between as a child, when I bounced from one foster home to the next. Nor at the public middle school I attended for two years, before Ruth and Gaynor came and collected me one day, out of the blue, from the school gates when I was thirteen.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Shelves line the walls, ready and waiting for my books and all of the unnecessary accouterment Gaynor fabricated for me, that I might look like a normal student coming to finish out her final year of high school, away from her old friends and family.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Sorrell Voss. Well, no, ahh, actually I’m Gaynor Pettigrew, her guardian,”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Theo Merchant is untouchable. You’ve already said so yourself. His parents are powerful and rich. He fucked up, drove recklessly, and killed Rachel. He killed her. The criminal justice system will not punish him, so I will. That’s all there is to it.”
Callie Hart, Requiem
“Know what I think? This is all some bad business. No amount of revenge is going to make you feel better. I think you know that already, don’t you? And…if you hurt this boy and get caught, your age won’t matter. You’re eighteen in a matter of months. And as soon as any detective does the smallest amount of work, they’re going to discover the connection here and realize that this was all very premeditated—”
Callie Hart, Requiem

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