“My smell. Do I smell like…?”
“Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”
― Bride
“Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”
― Bride
“You’re not a problem, Misery. You’re a privilege.”
― Bride
― Bride
“I have no friends, no hobbies, and no real purpose aside from earning enough money to pay rent in order to … exist, I guess.”
― Bride
― Bride
“She’s not like he imagined. She’s more, in every possible way.”
― Bride
― Bride
“You need to be told the right things.” He shrugs casually, but the movement feels the opposite of casual. “That you’re intelligent, and incredibly skilled at what you do, and brave. That despite your weird belief that you’re heartless, you’re more genuinely caring than anyone I’ve ever met. That you’re so resilient, I can’t quite wrap my head around it. That you’re very . . .” He pauses. Wets his lips. My heartbeat skips. “Very beautiful to look at. Always so beautiful. And that—”
― Bride
― Bride
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