You killed me.” My voice was unsteady.He held me close again. “I brought you back.”“Please tell me we only have to do that once.”He whispered against my ear, “I swear I won’t kill you again. Cross my heart and hope to die.” It was a bad joke
~ Catrina Burgess
My mama always said, You can always ask. The worst they can do is say no. But I don’t think Mama was thinking about revenge and murder when she dealt out that piece of homespun advice
Don’t worry about paying me. Stay alive, child. You must save yourself. And, whatever you do, don’t forget who you are
I felt absolutely nothing, and that frightened me even more than the darkness of oblivion
