Though mountains melt and oceans burn,

The gifts of love shall still return.

They said that love was terrifying and tender, wild and sweet, and none of it made any sense.
But now I knew that every mad word was true.

You deserve all that and more. It made me happy to see you suffer. I would do it all over again if I could.' I realized I was shaking as the words tumbled out of me. 'I would do it again and again. Every night I would torment you and laugh. Do you understand? You are never safe with me.' I drew a shuddering breath, trying to will away the sting of tears.

He opened his eyes and stared up at me as if I were the door out of Arcadia and back to the true sky. 'That's what makes you my favorite.' He reached up and wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb. 'Every wicked bit of you.

Perhaps for him there's a way to love that's sane and happy, that isn't cruel.

I think sometimes there is no right thing.

Rachelle choked on a laugh. “You were always stronger.”
“You,” said Amélie, “were always foolish enough to think that mattered.