بریده‌های کتاب Heart of My Monster

No kidding. Kirill, who kills for sport, is picking flowers for me like some doting lover.

But I know—I just know—that nothing will ever fill the hole that’s been growing bigger and deeper in my chest. The only person who knew how is now gone.

“I’ve been patient, Sasha, and you know patience isn’t exactly my strongest trait. I’m ready to be as patient as you want if it means you’ll come back to me, but I will not be hearing that you’re leaving me ever again.”

If the only light in my life was taken away, how dare they keep theirs? If my world is flipped upside down, why the fuck is everyone else living as if nothing happened?

The world has always been monotone to me—either black or gray. The only person who introduced me to a fucking rainbow of colors has now turned black.

A shrill ringing sound fills my ears, and I’m flung out of my physical body. We’re separate entities now. While my outside remains calm, collected, and looking completely unfazed, my insides erupt in dangerous flames that threaten to eat me alive.