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Yoltaşı onundu, tıpkı üçüncü sessizliğin de onun olduğu gibi.
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I’ve never cared too much or too little. Never gone overboard, never pushed boundaries. Never had addictions or things I couldn’t easily get rid of.
Lia is the exception to all of those.
“You’re so beautiful. You’re fucking home.”
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I don’t want to get blood on him.
There shouldn’t be any blood near him.
“I wish I’d never met you.”
“I’ll meet you over and over again if I have to.”
“Do you want me to be all alone, Malysh?”
“No.”
“Then you have to give me your mother during the night.”
“Do you need Mommy too, Papa?”
“I do.”
Adrian’s never kissed me before, and yet, it feels like we’ve been kissing since we met. Like kissing has been the highlight of both of our existence. He’s so into it, like he’s attempting to lure something out of me by using my mouth.
If I’m numb, I won’t feel the sharp edges digging into my heart. If I’m numb, I won’t hate a dead woman because she still lives through me. Because she’s still alive for Adrian while I don’t exist.
“How about you?” he whispers.
“Me?”
“Do you look at me?”
“I have no reason to look at you.”
I know he thinks he’s looking at his wife, and not me, but how lucky can a woman be to have a man look at her that way? Like he’ll destroy the world as long as she stays safe.
“You’re a masochist to my sadism, Lia.”
“Don’t become a ghost either.”
“A ghost?”
“You were a ghost the other day. I don’t like Ghost Mommy. She was scary.”
“Hide all you like, but I’ll eventually bring you out.”
People say death is the end.
For me, it’s only the beginning.
