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“Why did you take me down this road if you don't want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?”
― Sara Quin

“Wren?' he says. 'Talk to me.'

I don't reply. What would be the point? I know he will twist me around his finger with words. I know that if I give him half the chance, love-starved creature that I am, I will be under his spell again. With him, I am forever a night-blooming flower, attracted and repelled by the heat of the sun.

'Let me explain,' he calls to me. 'Let me atone.'

I bite the tip of my tongue to keep myself from snapping at him. He meant to keep me ignorant. He tricked me. He lied with every smile. With every kiss. With the warmth in his eyes that should have been impossible to fake.

I'd know what he was capable of. Over and over, he'd shown me. And over and over, I believed there would be no more tricks. No more secrets.

Not anymore.

'You have good cause to be furious. But you couldn't have lied, had you known the truth. I was afraid you'd have to lie.' He waits, and when I say nothing, rolls into a sitting position. 'Wren?'

I can see the leather straps running across his cheeks. If he wears the bridle long enough, he'll have scars.

'Talk to me!' he shouts, standing and coming to the bars. I see the gold of his hair, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the glint of his fox eyes. 'Wren! Wren!'

Coward that I am, I flee. My heart thundering, my hands shaking. But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“I do not like to see you suffer. I vowed to protect you, but I fear the one thing I can't protect you from are the sorrowful things that seemed to have gripped your heart. At the very least, maybe I can take on some of the burdens of these thoughts, but only if you talk to me.”
― L.S. Bethel - The King's Seer

“Talk to me like lovers do!”
― Shillpi S Banerrji