Living without him is like having a part of myself missing. You wake up and you keep going, but it’s never the same. It can never be the same until that part has returned to its place.

I’ve never had a violent bone in my body. Devious, sure. But sinister, never. I’ve always been the calm one; the rational one.

His sugar-coated words were everything that I needed and wanted to hear, but now I see them for what they are. They are not coated in sugar, but poison. They are the words of a monster.

I want to tell him everything and nothing all at once.

He likes a good story, especially when he is the main character.

They say that curiosity killed the cat, but if that were true, I would be a mangled mess at the bottom of a dumpster right now.

On his good days, he is as bright as the summer. He jokes and laughs, without a care in the world. On his dark days, he is a raging storm, destroying everything in his wake.

He wasn’t a good man, not even close. He was the monster that I had always suspected him to be. He was the hungry wolf. Hungry in a way that I never could have imagined.

she was perfectly prepared for her own demise.