Trista

“That’s not who you are,” Blythe said.

“Who am I?”

“My little wolf.” She traced my jaw, the ridge of my knuckles. “All teeth and claws. Cunning, and fierce, and insatiable.”
― Leah Raeder, Black Iris

“Some days I didn’t eat. I confused the gnawing in my belly for hunger and fed it, but it only made me sick. Strange how much missing someone feels like hunger. How the hole they leave behind is so much larger than they were. How it grows even bigger, feeding on you.”
― Leah Raeder, Black Iris

“Maybe all you need to pull you back form the ledge is to know someone would miss you if you fell.”
― Leah Raeder, Black Iris

“If you know you’re going to die, what’s left to fear?

That’s the thing. Maybe we’re not really afraid of pain. Maybe we’re afraid of how much we might like it.”
― Leah Raeder, Black Iris