“Words were her plague and words were her redemption.”
“They were a mother's words, words I would say to my own daughter if I were concerned for her”
“Not. Your. Fault."I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.”
“The words were pulled from her, agonizing, like a disembowelment.”
“Her words were like tinfoil; they shone and they covered things up.”
“He glanced at her. “You were the moon of my existence; your moods dictated the tides of my heart.”The tides of her own heart surged at his words, even though his words were nothing but lies.”