Sarah

“She opened her mouth, and the words flooded out. "I'm sorry, Dr. Jerry. I shouldn't be here. I should've never come back. I'm a horrible person. I don't deserve your help. Or your trust. I've been stealing from you and I'm
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"My friend," he said. "That is what you are.
You're my friend, as you have been since you were seventeen years old."
She shook her head. She wasn't his friend.
She was a leech.
He asked, "Do you remember that first time you knocked on my door? I'd put out a help wanted sign, but I had secretly hoped that the help would come from someone as special as you."
Callie couldn't take his kindness. She started crying so hard that she had to gulp for breath.”
― Karin Slaughter, False Witness

“I’m here.”

“I know that.”

“No, really James. I’m here. I know that it’ll be…“ he swallows with some difficulty, “harder now, what with…” the alcohol seems to have robbed Sirius of his ability to finish his sentences.

“The hiding,” James decides to help him out, feeling Sirius nod against him. In the dark the light catches Sirius’s eyes, making them look like water.

“But I will always be here, always, always. Okay? For you. For Lily. For Harry.”

James’s chest is starting to feel uncomfortably tight. “I wish you and Moons would just move in.”

Sirius laughs quietly, though there’s something heavy about it. “It never feels right, does it? All of us not being together.”

James shakes his head. “No,” he whispers, like it’s a secret. “Never.”
― MesserMoon, Choices - Volume 3

“During Zachary's short lifetime, the science of addiction was well-documented, but it's different when it's your own child. You assume they know better, or are somehow different, when the fact is that as special as they are, they are just like everyone else." Dr. Jerry confided,
"I'm ashamed when I think back on my behavior. Had I the ability to redo those last few months, I would spend those precious hours telling Zachary that I loved him, not screaming at the top of my lungs that he must've had some kind of moral failure, an absence of character, a hatred for his family, that made him choose not to stop.”
― Karin Slaughter, False Witness

“What follows is my best effort to shed as much light as possible on events that have not simply been forgotten or left in the dark, but relegated to the attic, or the ash can, or the metaphorical darkness of fear and shame, and to reignite Plath's fire in the parlor where her fans squint to read by flickering gaslight; above them, the man searches the attic for the jewels he hid too well.What follows is my best effort to shed as much light as possible on events that have not simply been forgotten or left in the dark, but relegated to the attic, or the ash can, or the metaphorical darkness of fear and shame, and to reignite Plath's fire in the parlor where her fans squint to read by flickering gaslight; above them, the man searches the attic for the jewels he hid too well.”
― Emily Van Duyne, Loving Sylvia Plath: A Reclamation