Erin Watt

Me? I want my own apartment, a fridge full of food, and a steady paying job, preferably one that’s as exciting as paste drying.

if I run, I’ll be giving up on this careful life I’ve spent months planning.

would you call me instead?”

I open my mouth and say, “Mine.”

A part of me doesn’t want to know about my father. Because if I know about him, he becomes real. He might even become good.

But it will be a cold, cold day in hell before you ever see me kneel again.

Even if you vowed you loved me more than the sun loves the day or the moon loves the night.

“Because it’s you. It’s always been you and I’m tired of fighting it.”

No living person is a saint.

No living person is a saint.