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“I don’t want us to be something that only exists in the dark, in the cracks, in the places people don’t want to look or talk about.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“Even if he could never belong to me, I would always belong to him. Painfully, ruinously, irrevocably.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“Because this is what happens in the real Cinderella story. The prince has to marry a princess, and people like us? We have to find peace in the ashes.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“One time, I'd let myself believe I could fall in love with a prince. I still haven't recovered from the cuts those glass slippers made when they shattered.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“I want to kiss you, Story. I want the whole fucking world to know you’re mine. I want it cast in stone.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“I knew then that Gray could fee my butterflies, because he seemed determined to rip their wings off anytime they fluttered.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“Maybe I've started rooting for you to fail.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“I can’t come up there,â€� I whispered. “I can’t do it. I can’t wake up in the morning and go back to being nothing.â€�
The thunderous roar of waves amplified the silence. I figured he had dropped the matter, and I let my vision blur in the glimmering crystals of his art deco chandelier above.
Then he spoke. “I can’t wake up tomorrow and not smell you in my sheets, Snitch.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“You’re born to be seen, and because of that, you hide your heart. I was born to be forgotten, and because of that, I wear my heart on my sleeve. I don’t think it’s working out so well for either of us.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“She wasn't just cleaning-she fucking belonged here. In my bed. In my veins.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“You’ve corrupted my soul completely.â€� He pulled back, forcing me to feel the earnestness in his soul. “I don’t feel without you.â€� He ran his nose up and down my neck, voice warbled, raw. “Let me say sorry to you. Let me say sorry to you over and over again until you say I’ve fixed it.”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate

“What kind of fucking torture is it to wait years to fuck, to wait until you’ve found someone who won’t rip you to shreds, to finally find that girl, and then not be able to have her?”
― Mary Catherine Gebhard, Stolen Soulmate