“Why did you do this? Why did you take a bullet for me?”“Do you really not know why?” I whispered. He became very still, but didn’t say anything. “I love you, Luca.” I knew saying out loud was a risk, but I’d thought I’d die a couple days ago, so this was nothing. Luca brought his face up to mine and cupped my cheeks. “You love me.” He said it as if I’d told him the skies were green, or that the sun revolved around the earth, or that fire was cold to the touch. As if what I’d said didn’t make sense, as if it didn’t fit into his view of the world. “You shouldn’t love me, Aria. I’m not someone who should be loved. People fear me, they hate me, they respect me, they admire me, but they don’t love me. I’m a killer. I’m good at killing. Better probably than at anything else, and I don’t regret it. Fuck, sometimes I even enjoy it. That’s a man you want to love?”“It’s not a matter of want, Luca. It’s not like I could choose to stop loving you.”
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“But you are my first choice, Aria. I’ll burn down the world if I have to. I’ll kill and maim and blackmail. I’ll do anything for you. Maybe love is a risk, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take and as you said, it’s not a choice. I never thought I would, never thought I could love someone like that but I fell in love with you. I fought it. It’s the first battle I didn’t mind losing.”
Bazı ruhlar doğuştan yaralıydı. Nefes alırken ağlaması, durup dururken bir yerlere dalıp ruhunu siyahın derin boşluğuna teslim etmesi, sessiz, sakin ve yorgun bir kişiliğe sahip olması için herhangi bir olay yaşaması gerekmezdi... Çünkü bazı ruhların külleri uçuşurdu kırık kalplerinden yeryüzüne sızan rüzgârlarda, kirpiklerine kadar acırlardı ama gıkını çıkaramazlardı.
“Mesele seni sevip sevmemesi değil, ne kadar sevdiği. Aşk, aşırıya kaçarsa, zehire dönüşebilir.”
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