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1 " I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I’m in two lives, two worlds, two places. "
― Christine Fonseca , Unholy Death (Requiem #2)
2 " She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes filled with a feral fear that reaches into my depths, pulling on emotions I refuse to acknowledge. Things I can’t feel now. Won’t feel ever again. "
3 " She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different. Smokey almost. Sexy. It drives me crazy with need and I have to move away while I can. "
4 " But there is nothing, no trace that she’s ever existed. She is not here. She will never be here again.Because of me. "
5 " My thoughts war. Part of me needs to protect her; part of me wants something else. Something vile. Wrong. "
6 " She’s right in some ways. She doesn’t need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember; remember and still choose me. Choose us. "