Violet

“I have nightmares all the time. You know what’s the only thing that makes them go away?” He placed his hand over mine. “You. You silence the world when it’s too fucking loud. You make me feel less broken.”
― T.M. Frazier, Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Two

“When I look in your eyes and no longer recognize my brother in there, I will not stand by and let you slip away.”
My gaze drops back to the sink, and tears build behind my eyelashes. “I’m fucking lost, bro.”
“Nope. You’re not.” He puts both hands on my shoulders. “I will die before I let you go, you hear me? You’ll be back. You’ll be fighting for this shit too, but until you’re there, until you get your fight back, I’m fighting for you.”
― J.B. Salsbury, The Final Fight

“There we stood, in the middle of the living room, hugging it out, each trying to hold back our tears until our need to cry outweighed our need to be the manly fucking men we were and we were no longer able to hold in the tears.
“I’m not fucking crying,” Bear sobbed.
“Me either, you fucking pussy,” I sobbed back as my old friend held me tighter and we hugged and punched each other hard on the backs until I was sure we were going to give each other bruises, and if it went on much longer, probably some broken ribs. When he finally let go of me we quickly wiped our eyes and noses on our t-shirts, because real men don’t fucking cry.”
― T.M. Frazier, Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Two

“You killed him."
I held up my index finger and my thumb, slowly closing the gap between them, peering over at Dre through the tiny slit that remained. "Little bit."
"I don't think you can kill someone a little bit."
"Oh, well then, a lot bit. I killed him a lot bit.”
― T.M. Frazier, Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One