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“Tiny, bloody hearts. They connect and leak down my chest, drying in messy strokes. She’s covering me in them. Marking my skin with the proof of her obsession. And I let her because I’m tipsy. Blood drunk on a girl intent on loving me until it kills her. Until the grave. That’s what we are, have always been. The kind of connection that began in death and would last far beyond it. Such a very grim, morbid declaration of love. So very Lyra.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“My lips steal any words we had left. It’s not feverish or rushed; it’s a tender kiss, one that says I want to memorize every groove of your mouth, I want to protect these fragile pieces of you that are too sharp for others to carry, but I have gloves now, and you can’t cut me. Even if they sliced my palms, it would be okay.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I’ve unlocked this place in my mind, and these words that have come out because of that feel like they’ve waited for eternities to be spoken out loud.
Nothing will be the same after this; no matter how tragically we end, I will never be the same.

There will forever be a piece of me that is open, carved in the shape of her body.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“My darling phantom.

How does she not realize yet that I would follow her anywhere? That she will never be alone again.

My ghost.

All of those grim fairy tales had only prepared her to love me. To accept the love I give her. She is made of
nightmares and crimson kisses.

If she wanted my heart, I’d give it to her. She could keep it on a shelf in one of her jars—it was never mine to begin with. Not when it’s always been hers.

“Death is trivial. He can’t keep you from me. I’ll follow you to the grave every time and find you in each life
after.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two