It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i could handle the real thing.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIt was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i could handle the real thing.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat do i have to do to convince you that i’m only using dabria for one reason, one only reason: destroy hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things he has done to harm the girl i love?
BECCA FITZPATRICKThat’s really eco-friendly of you,” vee told marcie. “recycling nora’s old trash.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBeing with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing i did right. You’re the one thing i did right.
BECCA FITZPATRICK..But maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things i refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe higher up, the harder the fall.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThey say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThere was no sign of jules. Bad news, said elliot. The man is sick. Youre going to have to settle for me. Sick? Vee demanded. How sick? What kind of excuse is sick? Sick as in its coming out both ends. Vee scrunched her nose. Too much information.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the big deed.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWho wants to kill you? The guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. Theres nobody there, the girlfriend told me. Youre making them think they cant see you, arent you? I said to patch, awed by his power even as i despised his use of it.
BECCA FITZPATRICKChauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI called vee. “how are you doing?” i asked. “good. How are you?” “good.” silence. “okay,” vee said in a rush, “i am still totally freaked out. You?” “totally.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked.”if i did?i don’t like it.”he grinned. “it stays, angel.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.
BECCA FITZPATRICK