Shy

“Repeat after me: I didn’t deserve what they did to me.”​
Rhemann didn’t know what he was asking; he didn’t know what this would cost. Panic chewed a line from Jean’s gut to his heart. He couldn’t refuse a coach’s direct order, but he could beg: “Please don’t make me, Coach.”
​“I need you to say it and mean it, Jean,” Rhemann said. “Please.”​
Please was so uncalled-for Jean could only stare at him, heart hammering louder than his thoughts. He could feel every chain straining, waiting for the words that would rend them powerless at last. He was afraid to open his mouth again lest he get sick, but at length managed a hesitant, “I didn’t deserve—” heavy hands, heavier racquets, dark rooms, darker blood, teeth and knives and drowning, I’m drowning, I’m drowning “—what they did to me.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“I wouldn’t have given him to you if I’d known you would just throw him away so carelessly.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“The best thing you can do right now is accept that some people are assholes and that it is outside of your control. Mourn what you've lost without carrying more than you should.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“Hannah Bailey is a rancid bitch.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven