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On stormy days, I long for my cloud to cover me, for the kisses that left me wanton,
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A promise. A promise between two young orphans and their friends to exact revenge at just the right time. Dominic told me he was almost six when they died. Tobias isn’t much older. Sean had said they’d been patient. Because they had to be, they had to grow up first, educate themselves, build an army.
Tobias turns back to the stove and stirs the pasta, and I find it odd to see him in this domestic capacity.
“And at this point, I’m surprised you haven’t changed your address here for Prime Delivery.”
all I want to do is drown…in my enemy. He’s the way. The only way.
“Putain de merde.” Mother Fucker. “Tellement serrée,” So tight. “Brûles en enfer.” Burn in hell.
“Your heart is not your weakness, Cecelia. It’s mine.”
“Ce qui te blesse, me blesse.” What hurts you, hurts me.
“T’aimer m’a rendu malade et je ne veux plus jamais guérir.” Loving you made me sick, and I don’t ever want to get well.
“We don’t get a happy ending, Cecelia. We just get an ending.”
“How does it feel to know that when you were fucking your future wife, she was thinking of me?”
Until we meet again. Until we can feel the rain on both our faces. There has to be a time for us in the next life. I don’t want any part of a heaven where I don’t see you.
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“No, I think I’ll have to walk through hell daily for months to come, but I’m willing to try and earn admission.”
“First of many. Merde, c’est nous.” Fuck it, it’s us. “It’s not a storm, Tobias,” I say, looking up at the sky. “It’s a blessing.”
