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1 " Most of the time, lies are like having a needle dragged across the skin. If it only grazes the surface, and never leaves a mark, it doesn't faze the person that is being lied to. Other times, it’s like a tiny pinprick on your finger. It draws a little blood to the surface, but stings like hell. You might be sore for a while, but you eventually heal and move on. Then, there are the other times, when the cut feels like it came from a machete, slicing so deeply that healing feels impossible. Max’s lie cut me right to the bone. "
― Loni Flowers , Witness to my Heart
2 " I’m tired,” I said. My voice shook as I tried to restrain my tears. “I’m tired of all of it. The running, the paranoia, being scared all the time, and the sleepless nights. I want a normal life. Is that too much to ask?” “No, it’s not. More than anyone, I believe you deserve it. The friends, the family—the house with a white picket fence, if you want it—you should have all of it.” I shook my head. “I am not talking about those things. I just want to live without fear, love without consequence, and not be blamed for the actions of my past in my future. I want to experience being me. "
3 " That's why I stay to myself, and why I can never have a normal relationship with anyone. I have to keep my friends at arm's length at all costs because if I get too close to anyone—no matter how close I want to be—their lives and mine are at risk.”His fingers skimmed over the length of my arm down to my wrist. “What happens when you find that one person worth breaking the rules for?”“I have to walk away.”Max stepped closer, and his body was pressing against mine. When I tried to move back, I hit the pylon, thereby preventing any escape. His lips were inches from mine. “What if someone thinks you’re worth the risk?”“I’d say that person is very foolish. I’m not worth dying for.” “You are worth it and I’m as foolish as they come. "
4 " Those nights,” he whispered, “when you lay beside me and finally drifted off to sleep, your face was so peaceful… so incredibly beautiful and I had to wonder who gave you that spray of freckles across the bridge of your nose. I watched you sleep, and felt your breath blowing across my skin like the softest touch… I wish like hell I could kill the bastard that left you so traumatized. But do you know the worst part? I often hope your dream returns just so I can feel you against me again. We have a connection, and I can’t ignore it, and I don’t want to. "