She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.
Lauren DeStefanoIt's very early, still dark, but outside there's the warm smell of springtime, like things rotting and blooming in one stagnant mist. I realize now that I've always craved the brutality of it. Shoots forcing their way up from the earth, petals popping open.
The start of life is always brutal, isn't it? We're born fighting.
Perhaps... you love too fiercely.
Lauren DeStefanoThere is no darkness like that of a confined space. It's darker than the inside of eyelids, and darker than the night.
Lauren DeStefanoHe's in his hell, and I'm in mine.
Lauren DeStefanoThe thing about hope is that it doesn't go away even when it serves no purpose.
Lauren DeStefanoI stare at my reflection in the glass, and I see two versions of myself: the twin sister, and the bride.
"It was supposed to be better than this," I whisper.
Bet you never eat, he says. Bet you drink up the oxygen like it's butter. Bet you can go for days on nothing but thoughts.
Lauren DeStefanoI listen to the rain and the thunder, and I think I hear Jenna's voice in them, sounding out a warning. She's been gone for months now. But sometimes it feels like she's more alive than ever. She's one of the indecipherable things that make sounds in the wind, and she's in every kind of dream - the good and the awful.
Lauren DeStefanoMaybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.
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