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“Good. It took that stab to get you to admit you love me,” he reminded her.
“It needed to be said in blood,” she whispered.
“Well, you certainly gave a lot that night.”
“That's how much I love you.”

awww (???)

“Though really, living a whole new life in the Caribbean, with the man she loved, where no one knew the old Dulcie, where she could be whoever the fuck she wanted to be, was a pretty fair trade for having a name she didn't care for.”

🥹🥹🥹

my gosh

“He fell on her mouth, kissing her in a way fit for the end of a fairy tale. One of those stories that came out of the Black Forest, and ended with children being eaten and big bad wolves going home satisfied.”

“She slowly climbed to her feet, and from over Matt's shoulders, she could see that the big bad wolf could, in fact, bleed. It was streaming out of his mouth, running down the side of his cheek. But still, he smiled that amazing smile. Showed those fangs that she knew could eat her up oh so quickly.”

“Is she up there?”
“Who!?”
“Little Red Riding Hood,” Con laughed. Matt glanced down at her, and she wrapped her arms around her knees.”

i love the little red riding hood imagery

“I think you're beautiful. That's why I could never draw your face. I could never do you justice. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I just wanted you to know that,” she blurted out.

“Dulcie talked less and less, letting her mother fill in the gaps. She stared at the older woman, wondering what had happened in their lives to turn them into the people they were in that moment. Tessa Bottle was a shell of a human being, only half-alive at best. She sucked dick for crack, fucked strangers for meth, and she didn't even hardly do the drugs herself – almost all of it went to her husband.”

“A beating heart that would only ever belong to him. It was all in black, and her memory of anatomy was shaky at best, but one entire wall was covered in a heart. A real heart, with arteries and ventricles and blood. So much blood.”

“Before then, I thought you were bad. Like more fucked up than two of me put together. Like maybe if god was really good, you'd be worse than me, and then my crazy would pale in comparison. It was easy to pretend for so long. Your shoulders are so big and broad, so tough and strong. You could carry that burden, I figured. You could be the bad one.”