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1 " Oh, my Seasons."You disarm me."Oh, my Seasons.Who knew the color blue could smolder? His eyes held mine, feasted on them.No. Not feasted. He wanted that with her, not with me.At any rate, my breathing stalled. I could lose my mind to that face, his expression strumming a hundred truths from me, whether I liked it or not."What do you wish for?" he asked.For my mother to get better.For her to look at me without grabbing that mallet.For people to see me as a real girl. For them to believe it.For me to believe it.For you to believe it. "
― Natalia Jaster ,
2 " I used to think, what did it mean to say farewell? Was it enough to say that word once? Or must one say it endlessly, repeatedly, throughout life? Did one live forever with farewell on their shoulders, on the brink of their lips? Did we ever recover enough to truly say farewell? "
3 " Hug the stars, Aspen.” “Good night to you, too. "
4 " It was our wishes and wills, our hopes and actions, that gave us life—that shaped it. "
5 " I did not care for that particular gaze, for the blank page of it. The unknown depleted me of words and sense, exhausting and exhilarating me to a formidable degree. The sight of her no longer made me squeamish, but rather something else. All of this, yet I watched her. "
6 " All of this, yet I watched her. "
7 " Fairytales were lies that belittled children, vilified women, disgraced men, and glorified shallow desires. Mothers and fathers betrayed their offspring, husbands and wives manipulated one another, princes kissed sleeping princesses without asking permission, and princesses married them anyway. "
8 " I averted my eyes from the knight. “Lots of lads ogle me. Just don’t expect reciprocation. I have higher standards than squatters.” “No worries. I have higher standards than females. "
9 " Not registering the distinction, Nicu grabbed the snipping tool, misidentifying it and intending to wipe his mouth with the blades’ edges. Lyrik’s arm shot out before mine could, plucking the offensive item from Nicu. We drilled this lesson into our minds, not letting such a mishap occur again. "
10 " Why would you do this?” “Because I’m a bitch. "
11 " I’m a bitch,” I repeated, “and when you have enemies, you’ll want a bitch on your side, not a fairy godmother. "
12 " Fairytales were lies that belittled children, vilified women, disgraced men, and glorified shallow desires. "