There are things in this world that can never be undone.
Donne gerçekten "Undone" olmuştu, yanı mahvolmuştu . Evlendikten on üç yıl
sonra bile karısına, birbirlerine çok pahalıya mal oldukları için birbirlerinden bıkmalarının yolu olmadığını yazar.
Hangi tür kitapları seviyorsun?
🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
Gerçekliğin Çarptığı Hayaller - Dreams Undone by Realty
Hepimizin Kuralları var… Babanın temel kuralı da asla ‘kötü adam’ gibi görünmemek - We all have rules… And your father’s main rule is that he can never seem like the bad guy.
His control
“My guilt is about the innocents who got caught up in my rampage.
My uncertainty is about my magic. But Midas? No. I’m glad I killed him,” I
say, my tone dogged and firm. “The only thing I regret is that I didn’t do it
sooner.”
He continues to stand there watching me, like he’s waiting to see a
crack in the plastered lie. But he won’t find one, because I mean every
word. “You’re truly glad?” he asks carefully.
I nod. “And relieved. I’ve never felt such relief before. It’s
just...gone.”
“What is?”
“The cage.”
He doesn’t ask me to elaborate, because I can see by his expression
that he knows exactly what I mean.
“I’m still processing.”
“His death?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. The depth of his control over my thoughts. My
decisions. My life. Even now, I find myself cringing away from people, not
just because of my power, but because he never wanted me to be touched. I
saw things one way; he told me I was seeing it wrong. I felt something; he
convinced me I was crazy or overreacting.”
It all comes rushing up. So many little moments. Times I was too
blind to see. Too cowered by silver-tongued words in a gold-plated castle.
“It’s everything,” I explain. “The little things. How submissive I’d
become. How trodden. I was nothing but a road to him. A means to get to
where he wanted to go, and I paved that path in gold. Even now, I worry I’ll
never really be rid of him. I worry that I’ll still be walked all over. What if I
never truly heal from his manipulations? What if the damage he’s done to
my person is never undone?”
There’s a long thoughtful silence before he says, “The emotional
trauma you’ve endured will take time, and you need to know when to be
'This is the arch and ironical manner in which I hope to distract you from my shivering, my tender, and infinitely young and unprotected soul. For I am always the youngest; the most naively surprised; the one who runs in advance in apprehension and sympathy with discomfort or ridicule-- should there be a smut on a nose, or a button undone. I suffer for all humiliations. Yet I am also ruthless, marmoreal. I do not see how you can say that it is fortunate to have lived. Your little excitements, your childish transports, when a kettle boils, when the soft air lifts Jinny's spotted scarf and it floats web-like, are to me like silk streamers thrown in the eyes of the charging bull. I condemn you. Yet my heart yearns towards you. I would go with you through the fires of death. Yet am happiest alone. I luxuriate in gold and purple vestments. Yet I prefer a view over chimneypots; cats scraping their mangy sides upon blistered chimney-stacks; broken windows; and the horse clangour of bells from the steeple of some brick chapel.'
