I went to the only thing that I know it’ll make me feel good. To another woman’s arms.
I’m being given my heart’s desire, and I just don’t know what to do with it. I’m almost afraid tobelieve it’s true, in case someone shakes me and tells me I’m dreaming.”“It’s not a dream. I’m here with you,” I say. “For what looks like a really long time.
His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite.
He ran his finger along my jawline and down my neck. “The wait will be fun, but it’s not going to be easy.”
Life is easier in black and white. It’s the ambiguity of a world defined in grays that has stripped me of my confidence and left me powerless.
Feelings change with time – or at least pain lessens with time; I know that from experience.
Would you risk your life for love?
Um, yeah. I guess lying around reading books all day doesn’t do much for physical endurance.
I’ve always felt that any establishment that doesn’t welcome me with open arms doesn’t deserve my patronage.
Lucky man,“Jules said to me, leaning over to kiss my cheeks. “What I wouldn’t give to be in your head.” Instead of the usual quick air-kisses, he took his time kissing both of my cheeks tenderly. “Jules!” I gasped, feeling myself blush. He stood, looking up in space, and raised both arms as if in surrender. “Okay, okay, man. Hands off, I get it! But it’s not often we get a young pretty human in the house. in fact, it’s never.
I spent the rest of my day in someone else’s story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs. I felt like a circus knife thrower’s target. If I held my mind immobile, I might avoid being hit by the blades whizzing by my head. From time to time I fell asleep, but was immediately awakened by the dark, tortured dreams that, once I awoke, dissolved without a trace.
I know how ineffectual my actions are, but I do them on purpose – to punish myself. I deserve the pain that closeness to her brings. I want to hold her like this every day. I want to be the focus of her radiant smile. I let myself pretend for the duration of the song, and when its over I touch her face again and imagine that we are together.
Arthur is very obviously checking Louis out. “What?” Louis asks finally. “So you’re Violette’s new consort,” the older revenant says, amused. “You’re with her for six months and you want to run away? Try five hundred years.” Louis’s jaw drops.
I was now in slasher-film mode.
When working with an unknown situation, you have to identify known factors and work within their boundaries.
I’m not always the best at expressing myself to you, so I’m taking advantage of the fact that I will be completely unresponsive when you read this, and therefore incapable of messing things up.
Is there anything you can’t do? I ask, only halfway joking. She considers. ” There are plenty of things I’ve never done. Fly a plane. Speak Chinese. But nothing I can think of that I couldn’t learn or find a way around.
The only way I survive is to never stop moving. I make sure I’m always surrounded by others, so I won’t have time to think and end up imploding like a dying star.
My home is not a place. It’s not a fixed location on the map; not Paris or New York. It is with Ava. Wherever she is – that is where I belong.
Her eyes looked as if they were used to taking much in, while giving little away. The eyes of an older woman reflecting the spirit of a little girl. “You saw things you shouldn’t have. Now we have to decide how to handle the situation. You know... like damage control. You’re the one who took the bite out of the apple, Kate. Although with a serpent that handsome, I can’t say I blame you.” – Charlotte.