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“I may be a monster, but if you cut me, I'll bleed. And if you break my heart, Pae, you'll break me. So, if even a sliver of your soul longs for mine, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“You don't regret it?"
She shakes her head, her smile sad, "No."
"Good," I murmur. "Because I've always had a thing for short hair."
"Oh, really?" She laughs as I sway us in a circle.
"It's true. Among other things, of course." I shrug a shoulder. "Short hair. Ocean-blue eyes. Twenty-eight freckles. And"- I pause, examining her with a tilt of my head-"how tall are you?"
She blinks in confusion. "Umm, about five and a half feet?"
"Five and a half feet," I continue evenly. "The terrifying ability to kick a man's ass. Stunning smile. Ridiculously stubborn. Hair like molten silver. Quick to threaten me with a dagger." I smile down at her. "Should I go on?”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“She is the torture I may not survive.
Eagerly, she is my undoing.
Her gaze lifts, meeting eyes that are not my own.
Eyes of the man who gets to have her-if she allows it.
She was supposed to be my forever.
Now I'll watch her become someone else's.
Because the beast doesn't get the beauty.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Tell me you hate me, and I'll still count every heartbeat, every freckle, every shiver of your body, if only you say it with a smile.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“No, I'm sick of running. And I won't spend the rest of my life doing it unless it's you I'm running back to."
"Then I'll spend the rest of my life tracking you down," he says quietly. "Glimpsing you in shadows. Fighting you in the streets. Dancing with you in my dreams. Because living without you is only bearable when I know you are out there still living too.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Maybe you really are a poet," I whisper.
He smiles softly. "Only a fool for you."
"Pretend?"
My voice is small, soft like the breeze blowing through my short hair.
"Never."
"None of it?" I ask quietly.
"Darling"-he smiles- "I have never had to pretend to want you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“There are five dangerous faults which may affect a general:
(1) Recklessness, which leads to destruction;
(2) cowardice, which leads to capture;
(3) a hasty temper, which can be provoked by insults;
(4) a delicacy of honor which is sensitive to shame;
(5) over-solicitude for his men, which exposes him to worry and trouble.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

“I wanted to kill you," I whisper, forcing his eyes to open. "I wanted to be your undoing. But even then, I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had."
He inches toward me, head shaking and eyes roaming as though overwhelmed by what he is seeing. "Oh, but you are my undoing. My deliverance. my downfall disguised as a deity." Another slow step. "You are my ruin.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“You asked me what my favorite color was once. I'd never even pondered the answer to that question before you. And yet, I realized in that moment that it was blue." He bends to brush a kiss to my temple, a murmur against my skin. "It is your eyes.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“When illness and old age are no longer indulgent and strength is irrevocably seeping away, brightness fades insidiously away from the light of the day and time only betrays reckless evanescence. (鈥淚nto a new life鈥�)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“You're not just a mission to me. You're not just another enemy for me to find. You're something even more terrifying."
Her voice is little more than a whisper. "And what is that?"
"A need."
We stare at each other, both surprised by the words that pushed their way past my lips. Sunlight is streaming through her hair, making her glow like something far too heavenly for me.
"I thought you had found your courage," she says softly.
I smile slightly. "Maybe I'm fine with being a fool. So long as it's for you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“True devotion and humility is when you carelessly allow yourself to fall in love with things you consider will make you look inferior, which in essence, makes you superior.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Many people in a rather reckless context claim to 'just tell it like it is'. In actuality, nobody really stresses what one says so much as the motive behind what one says; hence, he is merely blowing hot air and detracting from 'what is'.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?”
― Cornelia Funke

“Marrying a woman who was reckless must have been the ultimate reckless act, requiring a lifetime of balancing to keep both of them safe”
― Ursula Hegi, Floating in My Mother's Palm

“Where did the love come from? What was it made of?”
― Cornelia Funke

“Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.”
― Cornelia Funke

“I'll say that you were so beautiful, you made me do ridiculous, reckless things.”
― Kass Morgan, Homecoming

“It would hurt to leave, but its what I had to do. Besides, growing pains were supposed to hurt a little.”
― SC Stephens - Reckless

“Are poets not just fools with fancy words?”
― Lauren Roberts

“You wear reckless like French women wear lipstick. Subtle some days, read hot on other, but always, always, always essential.”
― Tracy Wolff, Royal Treatment

“Everything beautiful, everything bold, everything breathtaking - that is what I feel in her gaze.

That, and terrified. Terrified of what she is doing to me. She is a vision, a nightmare, a dream.

A grim reaper clad in black, come to steal my soul and my heart.

I've never seen something so beautiful, so bold, so blatantly wrong for me.

She is a devil. She is a deity.

She's a man's downfall in human form. She is my downfall.

Then her eyes drift to Kitt. The connection snaps.

And I'm left feeling empty besides the jealousy growing inside me. Why did I ever think I could have her, ever think she would have me? Because beasts don't get the beauty.”
― Lauren Roberts

“You promised to be my undoing. So, prove it. Prove it. Hate me enough to make me want you. Ruin me.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Darling鈥濃�攈e smiles鈥斺�淚 have never had to pretend to want you.”
― Lauren Roberts

“People often look in the mirror before doing something reckless. They want to see someone reaffirming their determined eyes, and see that person have a look that says it鈥檚 OK.”
― Jarod Kintz, Me and memes and memories

“Call us even. Call me crazy. I don鈥檛 care. Just...鈥� His eyes are pleading,
brimming with emotion. 鈥淛ust call me yours.”
― Lauren Roberts

“think I鈥檓 drowning.
But not into her blue eyes like I happily would.
No, I鈥檓 sinking into the

oor, letting it swallow me whole.
I can hardly breathe under the crushing weight of Kitt鈥檚 words.
My ears ring. My heart pounds.
The command echoes in my skull, though I have no idea why he would want
this. Why he would want her. Not now. Not after everything.
And yet, I still want her after everything.
I鈥檓 surrounded by the entire court and the only thing I can focus on is not
falling to my knees beside her.
Marriage.
Marriage to someone who isn鈥檛 me. Marriage to someone I will spend the
rest of my life serving.
I鈥檒l lose her forever while being forced to watch.
I can鈥檛 even look at her.
I鈥檓 a coward, morphing back into the monster I was when she found me.
My vision is blurry, eyes

xed on the dais above.

This is how I lose her.
Not by death but by something just as binding.
The command rings in my head.
And to think I wasted so much time trying to hate her.
To think I won鈥檛 have enough time to love her.
My heart aches because every beat belongs to her.
And I may never get to tell her that.
Is this how she will remember me? Escorting her to this fate? Bound by duty
alone? I could laugh. I could cry. I could burn this palace to the ground like I did
her house, just for a chance to confess my love before the

ames consumed me.
Because I am bound to her very being. Hers until the day she realizes I don鈥檛
deserve to be.
The king鈥檚 eyes are on me while mine are somewhere far away. Somewhere
with her. A place where I am nothing and no one and happy being powerless,
so long as she is beside me.
My gaze falls from the fantasy,

nding its way to her.

This is not how I will remember us. Not as enemies or traitors or monsters,
but as two people dancing in the dark, swaying beneath the stars. Her feet atop
mine, her head on the heart that beats only for her. Just Pae and Kai.
I step away from her kneeling form, masking every emotion with a blank
stare. I鈥檓 leaving her to face him. Her future husband.
I melt into the crowd, standing at a safe enough distance to prevent myself
from stealing her away.
This will be the rest of my life. Forced to love her from a distance. Mourn the
loss of her each day.
But I will.
I will smother every emotion but the one that belongs to her. I will love her
until I am incapable of the feeling.
She is the torture I may not survive.
Eagerly, she is my undoing.
Her gaze lifts, meeting eyes that are not my own.
Eyes of the man who gets to have her鈥攊f she allows it.
She was supposed to be my forever.
Now I鈥檒l watch her become someone else鈥檚.
Because the beast doesn鈥檛 get the beauty.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“No, I'm sick of running. And I won't spend the rest of my life doing it unless it's you I'm running back to."
"Then I'll spend the rest of my life tracking you down," he says quietly. "Glimpsing you in shadows. Fighting you in the streets. Dancing with you in my dreams. Because living without you is only bearable when I know you are out there still living too.”
― Lauren Roberts

“We choke on the ashes of our denial,
clutching at the edges of recklessness
as if it could make us immortal.

We choose the ruinous path,
not out of defiance,
but desperation.

To feel the sting of fire
as it burns down our throats,
to mistake the rush of adrenaline
for vitality,
to pretend that we are alive.

Fear is a sweet poison.
It courses through us
like borrowed electricity,
igniting what little remains
of our spirit.

It makes us feel invincible,
young, whole, until it doesn鈥檛.”
― Nyx Thorn, VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind