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Beth,” he whispered. “Come back to me.” He brought more of his blood to her. “Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the room. “I love you, damn you! Goddamn you, don’t you let go! ↗
The only thing you're safe from is everyone and everything else. I can protect you from literally anything but myself. Pray that i don't love you, Juliette. I'm scared of what will happen to you if i do" - The Last Girl ↗
Segregation has it all wrong. We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us. ↗
If I didn't love so damn hard I wouldn't have someone to risk my life for. ↗
#dystopian-fiction #erotic-romance #gay-romance #mm #post-apocalyptic
Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean." "Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so." "Why?" "Because the train gets to its journey's end at last, and there is a proverb about that in your language, Mademoiselle." "'Journey's end in lovers meeting.'" Lenox laughed. "That is not going to be true for me." "Yes--yes, it is true. You are young, younger than you yourself know. Trust the train, Mademoiselle, for it is le bon Dieu who drives it." The whistle of the engine came again. "Trust the train, Mademoiselle," murmured Poirot again. "And trust Hercule Poirot. He knows. ↗
In this short time you have already become as a brother to me.' 'That is what the Prince creates between men--brotherhood. ↗
To keep something, you must take care of it. More, you must understand just what sort of care it requires. You must know the rules and abide by them. She could do that. She had been doing it all the months, in the writing of her letters to him. There had been rules to be learned in that matter, and the first of them was the hardest: never say to him what you want him to say to you. Never tell him how sadly you miss him, how it grows no better, how each day without him is sharper than the day before. Set down for him the gay happenings about you, bright little anecdotes, not invented, necessarily, but attractively embellished. Do not bedevil him with the pinings of your faithful heart because he is your husband, your man, your love. For you are writing to none of these. You are writing to a soldier. ↗
#love #melancholy #parker #faith
