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This man has single handily ruined every single man for me

“What I felt for Lilia wasn’t healthy. Beyond simple obsession, it was a sickening possession. Savage and rapacious, bordering on violence.”

“I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fucking do it, because all I could think about, all that mattered to me, was the girl. The beautiful girl with her autumn hair, and eyes that remained me of both the sea and the sky. And she was everything. The earth, the sun, the moon. The air I breathed, and the tenacious beat that kept my eroded heart pumping,”

The way he thinks about Lila makes me fucking cry

“You’re a fever in my veins. An incurable madness I can’t shake. Fucking you is the only thing that keeps me sane, Lilia.”

“You’re a merciless version of perfection.”

“Over her shoulder, she shot me a slime-one so fucking beautiful, I wanted to frame it. Capture it. Study the alchemy of it. How wonderfully intoxicating one simple expression could be.”

“It was there that I began to wonder if what I felt for Lilia was something more than I cared to admit.”

“The radiance she gave off was fucking addicting. A warmth that reminded me how cold death could be sometimes.”

“At times, he was rough and abrasive and used my body to burn off the frustration of the day, but afterwards, he would lie beside me and trace the contours of my bones with his gentle fingers, telling me how beautiful I was.”

“I came to a stop on a short stretch the tide hadn’t yet reached, and she sauntered up beside me, wind sifting through her hair as if it longed to touch her the way I did.”

I’m actually going insane

“There’s a violence in my blood. This rage that twists in my gut, and it makes me sick, I’m fucking sick when it comes to you. I can’t control it, I can’t reel it in because I still feel you. I still smell that nauseating sweet scent on your skin that drives me fucking crazy. That sickening shade of lipstick that takes me back to that night, I’m losing my mind!”

I just died a little bit inside THIS MAN

This is becoming one of my favorite books of all time. Devryck’s inner monologue is so beautiful and sad and I’m so obsessed with him

”I can’t look at you right now because I’m clawing out my skin wanting to touch you.”

”There isn’t sharp enough blade to carve you out of my head, Lilia. I’d have to tear out my own goddamm eyeballs to keep from noticing your every move. Who you talk to. Who you fucking kiss.”