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“Some call us unnatural or demons, but that doesn’t change the fact that we too were human once. We have feelings; we feel pain and there is no shame in wanting to live.”
― Blood Rising
― Blood Rising
“Before I could let myself drift too far into that feeling, the brittle hiss of small-town gossip floated from a couple tables over.
'Did you hear what that man said? Something about selling?'
'I did. And if Honey is back to sell Bea's place after all this time...well, that is a damn shame. I know Bea would be rolling over in her grave if she could hear it.'
'She's an outsider now, anyway. Barely ever came back. I doubt she cares about this place the way Bea did.'
My spine went tight before I started wiping at the same clean table, pretending I was too focused to hear them. It wasn't fair. They didn't know her. They didn't see the way Honey had teared up last night when she looked over pictures from Bea's closet. They never heard the way she'd whispered Bea's name like it hurt. They didn't see her truly trying to find her place in a town she barely remembered but still carried inside her like a bruise. Sometimes, small towns rarely cared about truth. They cared about narrative. And once a narrative caught fire, it was almost impossible to put out.”
― Peaches and Honey
'Did you hear what that man said? Something about selling?'
'I did. And if Honey is back to sell Bea's place after all this time...well, that is a damn shame. I know Bea would be rolling over in her grave if she could hear it.'
'She's an outsider now, anyway. Barely ever came back. I doubt she cares about this place the way Bea did.'
My spine went tight before I started wiping at the same clean table, pretending I was too focused to hear them. It wasn't fair. They didn't know her. They didn't see the way Honey had teared up last night when she looked over pictures from Bea's closet. They never heard the way she'd whispered Bea's name like it hurt. They didn't see her truly trying to find her place in a town she barely remembered but still carried inside her like a bruise. Sometimes, small towns rarely cared about truth. They cared about narrative. And once a narrative caught fire, it was almost impossible to put out.”
― Peaches and Honey
“His gaze locked onto hers and for a moment Amber’s thoughts fell away as she lost herself in its warmth. His freckles seemed brighter today standing out prominently where they fell in constellations on the bridge of his nose. She wondered if she would be able to feel them against the pads of her fingers or what patterns would show if she traced them from start to end.”
― Cups of You
― Cups of You





