..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
Becca FitzpatrickBut instead of taking the cue to leave, Patch crossed to Scott in three steps. He flung him around to face the wall. Scott tried to get his bearings, but Patch slammed him against the wall again, disorienting him further. โTouch her,โ he said in Scottโs ear, his voice low and threatening, โand itโll be the biggest regret of your life.โ Before leaving, Patch flicked his eyes once in my direction. โHeโs not worth it.โ He paused. โAnd neither am I.
Becca FitzpatrickI'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242)
Becca FitzpatrickDeep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When it did, my skin shivered pleasantly, and it was as if I could feel the color tracing a finger tenderly along my jaw, tipping my chin up to face it directly. I knew it was absurd to think a color would come to life, but once or twice, I was sure I'd caught a flash of something more substantial behind the color. A pair of eyes. The way they studied me cut to the heart.
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