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“You are the light to my dark, Sunshine,” he said in a raw voice. His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “Without you, I’m lost.”
Reklam
“You don’t have to work overtime to get people to love you, Ava. Love isn’t earned, it’s given.”
Holy crap. Perhaps I should be grateful he never smiled, because if that was what he looked like while doing it… womankind didn’t stand a chance.
Those therapists didn’t get it. I didn’t want to heal. I wanted to burn. I wanted to bleed. I wanted to feel every scorching lick of pain.