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Possess Me! - I Want You To

Book by Fae Quin · 7 quotes · Love, Adoration, Axiety

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“Sadness is the addition of melancholy, you know? Blue. Silver. Gray. Heavy as syrup. Gentle as the evening tide. Sadness fades. It has a beginning, and an end. Sometimes it loops, but there’s always causation. Not to be confused with depression, because that’s a whole different demon.” [...] “What I’ve been feeling isn’t sadness. There’s no end to it. It’s a black hole. Sucking, sucking, sucking at me. Eating away till there’s nothing left. It’s black, black, black. The absence of light. The absence of feelings in general. Nothingness, in the truest sense of the word.” He swallowed. “Even I can’t paint nothing.”

“You’re…something else,” I said honestly, softly. The words were simple on the outside, but the true meaning behind them hung like stars in the air between us as I traced the first fledgling petals of a delicate rose beside one of the tentacles on his ropey forearm. You’re something else meant… You’re perfect. You’re wonderful. It meant… You’re surprising. You’re better than anyone I’ve ever met before. You’re confusing in the best way. Three innocent words, with a love poem hidden between the cracks.”

“We all make mistakes. But we never stop loving each other. That’s what family is for. Everyone messes up.” “I don’t,” I said—quickly. I could’ve left it at that. Let this go. Like it really was as simple as one stupid decision and not that I was a bad bet, myself. But I didn’t. Because for the first time in my life I was ready to let her see me. Really, see me. My walls came down. “I don’t.” I bit my lip. “Not when it comes to helping our family. I can’t. I can’t make mistakes. I—I can’t. I have to be here. To fill in the gaps. To fix things. I don’t get to fuck things up. I protect us. I provide. That’s my job.” “Oh, sweetie.” Mom cupped my face in her palms. [...]“No one asked you to do that.” “You didn’t have to.” “I know.” She swallowed, her eyes shining. I hadn’t meant to make her cry, but hell. I was tired of lying, of hiding. “I wasn’t a good mom to you.” “Yes you were—” I interrupted quickly. “No, I wasn’t.” She laughed and the sound was wet. “I did my best. You know I did. But you deserved better. Maybe if I’d been a better mom, you would’ve learned that when things go to shit, other people are there to help. You wouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Maybe if I hadn’t failed so much myself, it would’ve left room for you to.” She stroked her thumbs over my cheeks and looked at me—really looked at me. I looked back. She was so familiar, and yet so different. [....]“I can’t be a totally horrible mom though. Not when somehow, despite everything I put you through, you still ended up perfect.”