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ㅤㅤ ‘‘I'll be fine, they tell me. I won't die. It'll just hurt a lot.’’
ㅤㅤ ‘‘I gave up practically the whole world for you,” i tell him, walking through the front door of my own love story. “The sun, stars, ocean, trees, everything, i gave it all up for you.’’
ㅤㅤ ‘‘Grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us, the mirrors how to reflect us, the walls how to contain us; grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell, a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust, that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping. Grief is a house where no one can protect you, where the younger sister will grow older than the older one, where the doors no longer let you in or out’’
ㅤㅤ ‘‘My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something.’’
ㅤㅤ ‘‘But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" lucien asked. Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.’’
ㅤㅤ ‘‘No one knows what they are capable of until things are at their darkest.’’
ㅤㅤ ‘‘You make me happy, whenever you’re around i’m safe inside your sunshine smile. You make me handsome, whenever i feel like my nose just seems a bit too round. You make me special, and god knows that i’ve longed to be that kind of guy to have around. You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do... You make me lovely, and it’s so lovely to be lovely to the one i love...’’