5 Quotes by Gwendolyn Kiste

He’s almost sixty, practically an old man, his eyes crinkled at the edges and his hair faded to gray. Yet nothing about him feels old to me. He feels exactly the same. I shouldn’t still want him. After all these years and all these mistakes and all these regrets, this shouldn’t be happening. A grown woman acting the same as some swoony girl who can’t get over a crush. I feel like I should be better than this, but apparently, I’m not.

We’re on the wrong side of night,” Red murmurs inside the mirror, and she’s right.

Some evenings, he describes the waking world beyond here. It almost makes me grateful I’m dead.

It was the most beautiful and horrible thing I’d ever seen, watching her become all that she was meant to be.

But sometimes, speaking it aloud is the only way we remember what’s true.