3 Quotes by Laney Wylde

What a strange feeling to regret something even as I did it—the sheer denial that masked itself as courage, the rush of relief once the decision was final, and the cavernous sorrow that sank in within the hour.

Then I laughed. It was this sick reflex—to laugh. But that was what people did, right? When they couldn't cry or scream because they couldn't feel enough to do either of those? They laughed. It was what happened to those too numb for pain, who instead sensed only a tickle. They laughed.

It had been so long I was hoping he had died or slipped into a coma or something less dramatic but equally permanent so I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.