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“Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.”
—Carol Rifka Brunt
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Alastor huffed, swaying dangerously on his feet for a moment, “So now you wanted to talk? Fine, let's talk!”
“Keep your voice down–”
“Why the hell did you stood me up then?!”
She winced, “Because–”
“You don't like me!”
“Alastor, please–”
“You don't like me!”
“No!” she snapped, “I just–”
Alastor suddenly plopped down to the floor and buried his face on his arms and knees, “Why WONT YOU LIKE MEEEEE?!”
Meanwhile, the goddess of shadows glanced helplessly at a bunch of teenagers giving them a weirded-out stare as they hurriedly passed Alastor’s still crouching figure. Gods, Alastor looked like William when he was eight… throwing a tantrum in the mall.