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“Id been kissed before. Many times. There were awkward and sloppy kisses, those tension-fraught moments of fumbling intensity as a teenager. There were more skilled kisses, passionate and intentiona...”
“I also know I'm not going to stay away. I'm going to grab onto her and let myself get cut. I'm good at pain. I'm good at bleeding, emotionally and physically.”
“Theres no magical healing in this. I wont wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. Ill still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn't fix me, doesn't hea...”
“I did answer. I said a little. I'm afraid of what you can do. I mean, I feel safe with you, though. I know youd never hurt me. I take her face in my hands. Its too familiar, too affectionate, too s...”
“Let me go! she growls. No. Let me fucking go, Colton. Her voice is tiny, scared, vulnerable, and vehement. You let go. Why? A hitch in her voice. Because holding on to it is killing you.”
“Oh, god I whimper. I havent done anything yet, baby, Colton growls. I know, I pant. I was just saying your name.”
“I don't have any need to breathe. You are my breath.”
“Just remember, you never know what's possible until you risk finding out.”
“You’re my woman. Of courseI’m responsible for you. It’s my highest duty in life to take care of you, protect you. -Jason Dorsey”
“I’ll support whatever you decide. I’llhelp you any way I can. What’s mine isyours, okay? If you need something, I’ll make sure you have it, however I have to get it. -- Jason Dorsey”
“You’re allowed to feel whatever you want. - Jason Dorsey”
“But I think you’re beautiful. You’re lovely.” I shifted uncomfortably under the intense scrutiny and prickling heat in his eyes. “Thanks?” He thinks I'm…lovely? The idea that Kyle thought I was not...”
“I respect the hell out of her for how hard she’s working to be okay. I just wish she’d let me show her how to let go, how to let herself hurt. I want to take her pain.”
“It wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to stop you from hurting yourself.” “It helps—” “No it doesn't. It just pushes it away temporarily. Just like the booze.” “But I need—” “You need to let ...”
“It’s not okay,” I tell her. This gets her attention; it’s not what she was expecting. “You don’t have to be okay.” “What do you want from me?” Her voice is ragged, desperate. “I want you to let you...”
“She closes her eyes, and I can see the moisture. She’s deep-breathing again, and I notice her hands are clutched around the opposing wrists, nails digging in deep, hard, scratching. Pain to replace...”
“You can’t hold it in forever,” Colton said, apropos of nothing. “Yes, I can.” I had to. “You’ll go crazy. It’ll come out, one way or another.” “Better crazy than broken.” I wasn't sure where that c...”
“Let…it…go,” he whispers, his voice a fierce, harsh sound in my hair. “No. No!” The last word is screamed. “You have to. You can’t bleed it out. You can’t keep pretending, drinking it down.”
“I should have seen it coming.” The words don’t surprise me, but they piss me off. I pull away and glare down at her. “Don’t you fucking dare, Nell Hawthorne. Don’t you dare put this on yourself. Yo...”
“There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn't fix me, doesn't ...”
