I laugh out a cry and run at him, launching myself into his strong arms that instantly wrap around me.
“You’re mine, Malachi. You’re mine and I’m yours and I love you more than words can explain. Please forgive me. Please. I want you. I want to be with you, build a life with you, and make memories with you. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side. I want you to chase me through these woods and take me against a tree. I want everything you have to give. All of it. Everything. Because I chose you. I—”
Malachi kisses me into silence.
He grins against my lips. “I love you, Olivia.”
I giggle and wrap my legs around his waist, my face sore from how hard I’m smiling. “I love you too. Will you take me inside our home and show me how much you love me?”
He shakes his head and drops me to my feet. “I want to rip that fucking dress from your body then make you bleed all over it.”
Butterflies are going wild inside me, my chest rising and falling with anticipation. “I dare you,” I tease. “I dare you to chase me and make me beg for it.”
Malachi groans and snatches my jaw, pressing a harsh kiss to my mouth before shoving me back, grinning and gesturing to the woods.
“Run, little stranger.”
Before I left at dawn I drew the lines of her hand on a piece of paper and gave it to Diva Sahibi for a
reading so I could know her soul. She said: A person who says only what she thinks. Perfect for manual labor.
She's in contact with someone who has died and from whom she expects help, but she's mistaken: the help she's
looking
Dangerous Masquerade
Will she shy her fair hands,
When my mask falls and she understands
And sees this man replenished with naked faults,
Pardon me, my fair lady; pardon the entire encounter,
Dear waltzes, minuets, polkas and mazurkas,
She must pardon all that,
All sins will fall upon my top hat,
This lady fair must pardon all and pardon none,
For I will complete my given task,
Attach this face to the faultless mask,
Had I any fortune or talent,
My bliss will not depend on this unprofitable enterprise,
Yet all is faultless but I,
When I see no fault but mine,
I will return again, yet again,
To this addictive idleness,
Upon my word for if Venus can lie,
Why not I?
Why not I?
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You daughter of Zalım you!
It is only man's egoism which wants to keep woman like some buried treasure. All endeavors to introduce permanence in love, the most changeable thing in this changeable human existence, have gone shipwreck in spite of religious ceremonies, vows, and legalities. Can you deny that our Christian world has given itself over to corruption?" "But—" "But you are about to say, the individual who rebels against the arrangements of society is ostracized, branded, stoned. So be it. I am willing to take the risk; my principles are very pagan. I will live my own life as it pleases me. I am willing to do without your hypocritical respect; I prefer to be happy. The inventors of the Christian marriage have done well, simultaneously to invent immortality. I, however, have no wish to live eternally. When with my last breath everything as far as Wanda von Dunajew is concerned comes to an end here below, what does it profit me whether my pure spirit joins the choirs of angels, or whether my dust goes into the formation of new beings? Shall I belong to one man whom I don't love, merely because I have once loved him? No, I do not renounce; I love everyone who pleases me, and give happiness to everyone who loves me. Is that ugly?
No, it is more beautiful by far, than if cruelly I enjoy the tortures, which my beauty excites, and virtuously reject the poor fellow who is pining away for me. I am young, rich, and beautiful, and I live serenely for the sake of pleasure and enjoyment."
Compare yourself to your self yesterday
So, about that one sentence of advice: Don't feel behind. Two Roman historians recorded that when Julius Caesar was a young man he saw a statue of Alexander the Great in Spain and broke down in tears. "Alexander at my age had conquered so many nations, and I have all this time done nothing that is memorable," he supposedly said.
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“She deserves to be loved loudly. She deserves to be loved in any way she wants.
And if I can be conceited for a moment, she deserves to be loved by me.
I will put her first. I will give her the life she’s always dreamed of. I will make sure she knows how special she is, that she doesn’t need to put on the show for everyone else. ”
“We all have light and dark inside us, love. We try to hide the darkness from others because we’re afraid it will scare them away. But your dark doesn’t scare me. It only makes me want to hold your hand and be your light until you can find your own again. That’s what people do when they’re in love. I won’t always be able to give you your light back, because sometimes you need to find that within yourself, but I’ll stand by your side and hold your hand in the dark so things aren’t so scary.”
Alexander pushed his unruly black curls back from his face and said, "Well, obviously Richard will be Caesar."
"Because we all secretly want to kill him?" James asked.
Richard arched one dark eyebrow. "Et tu, Bruté?"
"Sic semper tyrannis," James said, and drew the tip of his pen across his throat like a dagger. Thus always to tyrants.
Alexander gestured from one of them to the other. "Exactly," he said. "James will be Brutus because he's always the good guy, and I'll be Cassius because I'm always the bad guy. Richard and Wren can't be married because that would be gross, so she'll be Portia, Meredith will be Calpurnia, and Pip, you'll end up in drag again."
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“To forget the bad things is good. That is obvious. But sometimes one should also forget the things that were wonderful and beautiful, because if you remember them, then you have to endure the sadness of knowing that they have gone. They have gone as irrevocably as my mother, and my Anatolia, and my son who became a devil and drowned, and my sweet husband who also drowned at sea, and all those who died here in the war.
I know that all these things, all my sorrow, all my memories, all these things will disappear, and it will be as if they had never been. I ask myself why God creates all these things, only to let them go. Why does God give us a garden, and put a snake in it? What can anything mean, if all will be forgotten?”
And he didn’t stop.
“Again, baby girl,” he growled, his fingers still working me, smiling sadistically as I wiggled beneath him, the stimulation almost too much, almost painful, but so damn good.
“I can’t…can’t!”
With one hand still fingering me, he gripped my throat with the other — not squeezing, just holding me pinned to the pillows — and said, “You can, and you will. You don’t have a choice.”
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“He and I, we are doomed to bleed from a wound that will never heal.”
“You have strength, Amara. I can see that. And the strong don’t have bleeding wounds; they have scars that heal.”
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“ I need to know that everything will be OK,” she continued quietly.” That I will be able to live with myself.”
A sharp tug in my chest. How often had I whispered those same words to the ceiling in the rectory, lying awake in bed, consumed with thoughts of what my life could have been? I need to know that everything will be OK.
Didn’t we all wasn’t that unspoken cry of our broken souls?
“ I don’t know if everything will be OK. It may not be. You may think you are at the lowest point now and then look up one day and see that it’s gotten so much worse.” I looked down at my hands, the hands that had pulled my oldest sister from a rope after she hung herself in my parents garage.” You may not ever be able to get out of bed in the morning with the security. That moment of OK may never come.All you can do is try to find a new balance, a new starting point. Find whatever love is left in your life and hold on to it tightly. And one day,things will have gotten less grey, less dull. One day, you might find that you have a life again. A life that makes you happy.”
- Priest
“I know you said you didn't want to work with him, so if you'd like you can stay there for tonight. I won't be home and it will be empty."
She saw Tristan Caine stop on the stairs before she could speak, his entire body tensing as he turned to face Dante, his eyes cool.
"She stays here," he growled.
