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

“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.”

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.

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.

No idea why, but I believe the words coming out of his mouth as strongly as Layla believes in her religion. He is my religion.

but if there’s one thing we’ve both learned the hard way, it’s that deep wounds always leave scars.

سگیل جیغ میکشد “نمی‌تونی این کارو بکنی من تورو انتخاب کردم” اما وایولت هم من را انتخاب کرد. دست دراز می‌کنم.

ما علاوه بر این رنج و محنت، دچار تفرقه هم هستیم. حتی در مورد راههای اتحاد نیز تفرقه داریم. ما دچار فسادیم. از غلبه ی خودخواهیها گرفته تا تجمع منافع در دست گروهی خواص و تناقضها و نبودن حس مشترک تا بی توجهی و پشت گوش انداختن مسئولیتها.

پندار نیک از ما کردار نیک از ما دنیای نیک از کسری دنیای نیک از کسری چرا