“I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Now I wonder if maybe allowing another person to give you strength takes a certain kind of strength in itself. To be… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“And maybe . . . maybe he’ll even get more comfortable having me around. Open up, wanna chat more, and we’ll become almost friends,… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“His gaze, lowered toward the ground, slowly, leisurely drifts up, until it slams into mine with the heavy force of steel against steel. The… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.” — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Why would he call the cops if you’re just cleaning his house?” “Because I’m stalking him. I gotta go.” — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Now I wonder if maybe allowing another person to give you strength takes a certain kind of strength in itself. To be able to… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think people like you are the strongest of us all. The kind of person who can find beauty in anything. Who chooses… — T.L. Martin Copy Share Image
