Rizza✧˖°

“Mourning that version of myself, of the love I had been allowed to share that I had withheld from myself in my real life, I could only plead with the keystone. Enough, I begged. I don’t want to keep doing this. Please. That is enough. Let me go.”
― TurtleMe, Providence

“She’s saying…ah, shit, Art. I wish I didn’t have to be the go-between here.’ Regis winced, a mental expression that sent a twitch through my own slack face. ‘She’s saying that she understands. It’s okay. You’ve done everything you can. She wants you to know that, after everything…well, she’s glad you’re here in the end. You and Sylvie. And me, but she added that as a kind of afterthought, and I—okay, okay. She, uh…she loves you, Art. And she wants me to tell you…goodb⁠—’ “Stop,” I said, suddenly fully awake again. “Don’t. This isn’t goodbye.”
― TurtleMe, Providence

“Emotional support weapon of mass destruction, reporting for duty, sir,”
― TurtleMe, Providence

“Art…’ Regis’s thought trailed off for a moment. ‘She says…that it’s okay. She wants you to know…that you did the right thing.”
― TurtleMe, Providence