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“No,” he says softly. “Of course not.”
“Then why…” My voice trembles. I inhale, try again. “Why do I feel so fucking tired all the time?”
— Feb 19, 2026 03:42PM
“Then why…” My voice trembles. I inhale, try again. “Why do I feel so fucking tired all the time?”
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erin ౨ৎ
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“To live well, you must learn to see yourself first.”
— Feb 19, 2026 04:13PM
erin ౨ৎ
is on page 282 of 314
‘[…] The neglected ones, the unlucky ones, the ones who want more than they've been given. The ones who have to crawl and scrape and fight their way up from the very bottom, who have to game a system designed for them to lose. Always the first to be punished and blamed when things go wrong. Always the last to be seen, to be saved.’
— Feb 19, 2026 03:59PM
erin ౨ৎ
is on page 266 of 314
"You—you and all the kids at Airington... All you have is light. Light and glory and power and the whole world laid out for you, just waiting for you to take whatever you like." I draw in a shaky breath, wrap my arms tighter around myself, bury my chin into the pillow. "Is it really too much to ask? For people like me to want a bit of that light for ourselves?"
— Feb 19, 2026 03:41PM
erin ౨ৎ
is on page 171 of 314
His lips twitch. It's the same half-suppressed smile he wears when he's making his grand closing statement in a debate tournament, or when he knows the answer to a particularly hard question in class, or when he's making an impressive business pitch. It's the smile he wears when he's about to get what he wants. "Are you saying you find my presence distracting, Alice?"
— Feb 19, 2026 12:38PM
erin ౨ৎ
is on page 157 of 314
‘[…] suddenly all too aware of the heat in my cheeks, the anger curled in my chest that no longer feels like anger, but something else.
Something worse.
“Just—whatever.” […] “Anyway. What was I saying?”
[…] “You were telling me how much you hate me.”
— Feb 19, 2026 12:22PM
Something worse.
“Just—whatever.” […] “Anyway. What was I saying?”
[…] “You were telling me how much you hate me.”
erin ౨ৎ
is on page 157 of 314
“Wait.” Something shifts in the black depths of his eyes. “You think I’m attractive?”
— Feb 19, 2026 12:20PM
erin ౨ৎ
is on page 124 of 314
‘Secrets, I’m realising, are their own kind of currency.’
— Feb 18, 2026 02:49PM

