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308 pages, ebook
First published December 22, 2013


"He'll be all right, Socks," he whispered. "He has you and me and Don. We'll get him right. Damn man won't stand a chance against a force like us."
"I know I push you away. I'm not used to having anyone knowing about me still accepting me for what I am. Sometimes you might just have to fight for it. Please fight for me, Owen." His voice trembled.
The scars on his body made him even more beautiful in Owen's eyes. They were badges of survival and perseverance, emblems of the man's courage and his past.

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“Leave me.”…”Let me die.”
„Your wrists are like a roadmap to hell.“
He just wanted him gone because the longer he sat there the more Nick wanted him to stay.
“A shared desire to be dead, attempts at failed suicides, past tragedies and the fact Nick had saved his life.“
“You don't need fixing, Nick. You're great just the way you are.“
“Owen is a pretty spiritual guy. He still believes in the Easter Bunny.“
“His name is Socks and he can’t get the penknife open. He just loves the colour. I’m sorry he scared you. He’s quite protective of me.”
“I’ll fucking say. It’s not every day you get a psycho monkey coming at you with a knife.“
“You're my catch and I am keeping you.“