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“You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you鈥檙e the house where people come and go as they please, because you鈥檙e simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn鈥檛 let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You鈥檙e still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn鈥檛 have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in the desert.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“ 鈥淩achel...you need help.鈥�
I laugh and it鈥檚 the same bitter laugh I remember him giving when we met so many weeks ago. 鈥淪o do you.鈥�
鈥淚 love you.鈥� Isaiah says it so simply that my heart soars and sinks at the same time.
鈥淚 love you,鈥� I whisper. 鈥淒id you ever think that loving someone could hurt so bad?鈥�
Isaiah shakes his head and stares out the window.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 going to happen to us?鈥� I ask. Because I don鈥檛 know how the two of us can continue forward. Isaiah refuses to let me in. It鈥檚 sort of cruel. He鈥檚 brought me close with his stories of his childhood and with his words of love, but he can鈥檛 relinquish control. I refuse to be with someone who won鈥檛 treat me as an equal.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

&濒诲辩耻辞;顿补诲诲测?鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 right here, baby.鈥�
Lumps form in my throat, going all the way down into the core of me.
It鈥檚 his voice. His. Right there. I reach toward the doorknob but I don鈥檛 get to turn it.
Nick smashes at me with his head, pushing against my lower jaw and cheek, like a blow. His muzzle moves my head away from the door. He presses his face in between me and the wood. Fur gets in my mouth. I spit it out and push at him.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 my dad. My dad.鈥� I slap the door. 鈥淗e鈥檚 on the other side. The pixies will get him.鈥�
Nick shows me his teeth.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 lose him again, Nick.鈥�
The wolf snarls like he鈥檚 ready to bite. My head jerks back and away, but then I steady myself.
鈥淕et . . . out . . . of . . . the . . . way.鈥�
Pushing against his thick neck, I slam my hands against him over and over again, pummeling him. He doesn鈥檛 budge.
鈥淢ove!鈥� I order. 鈥淢ove.鈥�
鈥淶ara, is there a wolf in there with you? Do not trust him,鈥� my dad鈥檚 voice says, calmly, really calmly.
I grab a fistful of fur and freeze. All at once it hits me that something is not right. My dad would never be calm if I was in my bedroom with a wolf. He鈥檇 be stressed and screaming, breaking the door down, kicking it in like he did once when I was really little and had accidentally locked myself in the bathroom and couldn鈥檛 get the lock out of the bolt because it was so old. He鈥檇 kicked that door down, splintering the wood, clutching me to him. He鈥檇 kissed my forehead over and over again.
鈥淚鈥檇 never let anything happen to you, princess,鈥� he鈥檇 said. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e my baby.鈥�
My dad would be kicking the door in. My dad would be saving me.
鈥淟et me in,鈥� he says. 鈥淶ara . . .鈥�
Letting go of Nick, I stagger backward. My hands fly up to my mouth, covering it.
Nick stops snarling at me and wags his fluffy tail.
How would my dad know that it is a wolf in here and not a dog? How would he know that it isn鈥檛 pixies?
I shudder. Nick pounds next to me, pressing his side against my legs. I drop my hands and plunge my fingers into his fur, burying them there, looking for something. Maybe comfort. Maybe warmth. Maybe strength. Maybe all three.”
― Carrie Jones, Need