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“The first time I saw you,” he kept his voice soft. “I mean, really saw you, we were in eighth grade. They were having an award assembly for some basketball thing. You were in the front row, and while everyone was clapping and cheering, you were drawing in a notebook. Then when it was my turn and they said my name, you looked up. First time in the whole assembly. You looked up and stared right at me.”

can she kill matt next ohmygosh

“Fall was Dulcie's favorite time of year. She was a backwoods country gal at heart, she loved when the leaves would change. Loved the crisp air, the first frost. That feeling of waiting for school to start, for new beginnings, even though she was long done with school.”

she knows what’s up 🥹🥹

“It's only ever us, Dulcie. Now, yesterday, tomorrow. Whenever. You get that, right? You believe that?”

“Because you were made for me,” he whispered, his forehead against hers. “And you didn't even know it. I had to show it to you. That's the most amazing part, right there.”

this is going a little too fast i’m scared

“But that was a lie – she was every bit as dark as him. They were the same animal. She'd just been better at deceiving herself. And now they'd evolved into something else, into a new, higher being.”

ohmy

YES DULCIE i love her sm

“But all that came to mind was the unbearable desire to shove him away. To hold him down and scream at him and make him understand that she didn't want to “snuggle”. She wanted someone to take a bite out of her. She wanted someone to bleed for her. She wanted to make him understand that she would rather stab him in the eye with a hot poker than get naked with him.”

anna’s so cuteness

“Not a day went by where he didn't think of Dulcie. But she made him nervous. He couldn't tell where he was when he was with her. Was he bad for her? Or was she bad for him?”

“I'll take those pictures, and I'll draw what I see, and when you come back for me, you'll see that we're the same.”

oh i love them already

“Matt, her crazy half-brother, had been getting even crazier. She'd come out of the bathroom fresh from a shower more than once to find him lurking near the door. Her mother was also spending more time at home, but that wasn't any help – she turned tricks to her husband's friends in exchange for drugs, which her husband then sold for money that he kept for himself.”

poor girl wtf

“Con wasn't a pyromaniac, not at all. Fire was just quickest and easiest. He'd set Chuck's car on fire simply because he'd had a lighter on him. If he'd only had a bat, he would've beaten the shit out of the car. If he'd had a gun, he would've shot his parents. But all he had was a flame and a thought.”

her as red riding hood & him as the wolf 🥹🥹🥹

“Just under the hand was what appeared to be a little girl. She was small and wearing a dress with a hooded cloak, and immediately Little Red Riding Hood came to mind, though there were no colors. The picture was haunting in its nature. A shadowy figure with a claw for a hand, reaching out of the blackness to snatch away an innocent little girl. Very dark.”

i LOVE little red riding hood

“Even as he did those things, played his little part in the universe, he watched Dulcie. As she walked down the hall. As she tried to hide in the library. She called to him, and she didn't even know it. Didn't know that he understood why she worked so hard to remain obscure–because she didn't want people to see the real her. A feeling he was very familiar with. Maybe, just maybe, their hidden pieces matched.”

“She was soft spoken. Soft mannered. Soft in generally everything she did. Unobtrusive to the maximum. She slipped around unnoticed. Had become so good at it that by the time they were all upper classmen, people hadn't realized what a beauty they had in their midst. What an interesting soul. He was obsessed with her.”

“Dulcie Travers. What the fuck kind of name is Dulcie? Con had looked it up one time. It was a British name, and came from the Latin word for “sweet”. It was very fitting for her.”

omg she’s a photographer
i already know i’m gonna love her ugh

ah fuck it’s in 3rd person
its okay

i’m so excited to start this omg it’s been on my tbr for ages

luna 🥹🥹🥹

“I loved you since you told me your friends called you Millie. Even then, when I caught you eavesdropping, I knew I wasn’t gonna call you that, because you weren’t going to be my fucking friend. You were destined to be my wife.”

i love them 😭😭

“I love you.” He grinned like the boy I was once so desperate to impress.
“I loved you first,” I teased like the girl who knew deep down he always liked her too.”

🥹🥹🥹

“That’s when I realized that all this time, all this fucking time I was chasing her, I was actually loving her. I loved her when I hated her. And I loved her when I didn’t want anything to do with her. I was so crazy about her, the lines had blurred together. I was stealing her pens and pencils, when actually, I was desperate for her words. All of them. Every letter and syllable. Every silly doodle.”

“It was clear to me then, in a generic white kitchen I didn’t particularly like, in a city I hated, in an apartment I was supposed to vacate in three weeks’ time, that I was in love. A love that was worn and old, but still burning.”

“Emilia didn’t know it yet, but she was going to paint another painting, of herself wearing a pink shirt against a black background, and I was going to hang it next to mine.”

“She’d painted me. Not only did she paint me (and arguably gave me a better nose than the one I was born with), but it was also what I was doing in the painting that made me smile like a sleaze ball. I was holding a joint and laughing into a non-existent camera and I wore a simple black T-shirt that said “Black” in white. The background was stark, stupid pink. I was her black. And she was my pink.”

she painted him for her exhibition omg