People often ask where I get my inspiration from, and I always say I have no good answer because, well, inspiration comes from everywhere: people, places, memories.
Richelle MeadWell there you go. Even a psychopath recognized your worth enough to want to kill someone else first." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Richelle MeadI know how you guys feel about us. I'm not stupid, and believe me, I've tried to get you out of my head. But there isn't enough liquor or art or any other distraction in the world to do it. I had to stop going to Wolfe's because it was too hard being that close to you, even if it was all just pretend fighting. I couldn't stand the touching. It was agonizing because it meant something to me๏ผand I knew it meant nothing to you. I kept telling myself to stay away altogether, and then I'd find excusesโฆ like the carโฆ anything to be around you again.
Richelle MeadHey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time." [...] "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session." "Oh yeah?" I retorted. "Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then." "It's always a good a time to think about you naked," added someone nearby, breaking the tension further.
Richelle MeadThen why are you crying?โ โBecause of you!โ I beat my fists on his chest. โBecause I love you, and I donโt know what to do! I can solve almost any problem, but I canโt solve this. I donโt know how to deal with that. And Iโm afraid! Afraid for you! Do you know what itโd do to me if something happens to you?โ I stopped hitting him and clasped my hands over my own chest, as though there was a danger my heart might fall out. โThis! This would break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble until it was dust.โ I dropped my hands. โBlown away on the wind until there was nothing left.
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